Poetry

Friday, 7 April 2023

The sky's the limit

 Only two planes today will take off

The sky is the limit


Well the covid runway is a quiet affair

There are no lorries or trucks anywhere

The staff are being furloughed

And a grey cloud lies there

Over their future employment

But the sky is the limit


Well what is the limit?

How much more can we take of it

When there seems no end to this

Dreadful COVID

There is a vaccine that's been developed

In a Lab

But it's a shot in the dark, still let's take a stab

There is a purpose to all of this drivel init?!

Well why do I drone on when the sky is the limit!


Everything was shut in the departures 

Except a WH Smiths and a Cafe 

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