Sunday Scribblings: Real Life

The prompt for this second Sunday Scribblings is “Real Life”. What is real life? At this moment, with work from home and quarantine and lockdowns, so many people have this idea that this time is a great pause button that has been pressed by the divine. And in a moment of pure silly inspiration, I got thinking of Lewis Carroll’s “The Walrus and The Carpenter”. So here is my Sunday Scribblings. Enjoy!

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“It matters not what day it is

If sun or moon is high

For quarantine suspends all time

No rules will then apply

It’s not,” they say, “reality

This time is but a lie”

As if all consequence flew by

An unspoken pard-on

From powr’s that rule o’er all lockdowns

‘Til consciences harden

“A license giv’n for all,” they say,

all common sense undone.

“This isn’t real, only a phase

Don’t mind your pretty head

When all this end, not one will count

it’s all as if untread.”

but can you really say for sure

when all the tears are shed

That quarantine is but a pause

we’ll pick up where we left

the ones you love that now you shun

in real life now bereft

all for the stubborn notion that

this time is but a cleft

So, friends, do not take light my words

The ones you love aren’t rife

So time is all the gold you have

some hearts are worth the strife

but please don’t say ‘tis but a dream

this time, it is real life

May 3, 2020