Another Day In 2020 Poem by Phil Soar

A warm and pleasant April morning
Where once I sat in the garden and heard traffic
Now there is only birdsong

As wonderful as that is, I miss it
The stillness of that sound is a sign of the times
And whilst I sit, I hear my neighbours chatting,

And like the birds it makes life promising
And when the traffic begins again
All will be normal

We maintain our emotions
We continue our passions
And maybe we think of those less fortunate

And the birds sing