Covid Poems FINAL

Empty Chairs
Empty chairs,
And empty desks
Empty stairs,
On empty decks
No clattering keys,
The phones fall silent
I don’t feel at ease,
On this desert island
Isolation,
Is the new norm
Desolation,
In a different form
Nobody to share,
A cup of tea
The kitchen is bare,
Of staff you see
No friendly voices,
To cheer you up
Your only choice is,
A single cup
A one man band,
Holding the fort
Lending a hand,
For those distraught
This is the thing,
That keeps me going
The help that I bring,
To keep things flowing
Making sure,
The support is there
Especially for,
Those within our care
David Stocks
Vocational Specialist
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