I wake up not knowing, what this week will devour
In this hour, watch the News, see the ‘Socials’ wielding power
What will the world come to, will life resume rush hour?
I’m swimming, in the swamp of this uncertainty.
Today we’re back on schools: ‘Our kids are fine, they’re safe aplenty’
Says Scomo, versing Gladys, and the parents at number 20
But polio, it crippled – the “later effect” cry cognoscenti
We’re swimming, in the swamp of this uncertainty.
I wade on through the wake up, a prickly feeling on my shoulder
I go upon my morning walk, only feeling older
What to do with this day, stretching far and blurry yonder
Around me sucks, the swamp of this uncertainty.
I see upskilling, reconnecting, houses straight, losing weight
Feel something big is going to happen, so, hanging, I must wait
Kids ask, ‘will that man, on TV, reopen the floodgate?’
I shrug swallowed, in the swamp of this uncertainty.
He says, ‘It’s eighteen months, and we will not let up yet’
That day I stick to nothing; I twitch, forget, roulette
Kids pick up this, half do that, waiting for something to onset
We wade around, the swamp of this uncertainty.
I breathe deep breath, the day is done, and for sure it’s this is I know
This life has beautiful things for us; uncertainty we just borrow
For hope, happiness, love and kindness, will come fresh tomorrow
And we’ll farewell, this awful swamp of the uncertainty.