Nothing to Say

I talk on the phone with a friend

And although we might try to pretend,

There’s not much we can say

For there’s nothing each day

That’s of interest for us to extend.

 

Yes, we read and we watch some TV,

Keeping busy, for that is the key

With our lives so confined

To not wake up and find

That our spirits have chosen to flee.

 

Now the new year’s begun, but so what?

Though we’ll hopefully get the new shot

Life won’t suddenly change

And what strikes me most strange

Is to “normal” I’m not hot to trot.