Stepped out to get what my mother asked,
and saw the usual crowd distanced and masked.
The empty streets haunted me and did tell
How selfishly humanity had further down fell.
Reminisced how isolated we all had become,
And how the days we squandered, and still wished for some.
Yet some others like me had found hope in their nest;
Revived their old hobbies or something they did best.
Dusted the house and wiped it clean throughout,
Smiled at what I'd accomplished, feeling ever proud.
Ventured into baking, made palate cleansers too,
Being a little helping hand, I understood others' value.
This time has been difficult but we're all in it together.
Rich or poor, we're birds of the same feather.
A chance to reflect on myself, to look forward to the day,
When we would celebrate our freedom like a giant birthday
