Wordplay: The Reading Spot

A poem on the pandemic... ( Image: this is supposedly a symbol of positivity) Do you remember the days when all kids begged For no school for a week, and a vacation instead? Do you remember yearning for rest at home And laying back, forgetting that colleague's tone? Do you remember when a holiday was all you wanted, And photos of travels and trips were flaunted? Well, its sad, and sadly true Times have changed, and no one knew That their lives would change so much, in a way That would make every day a holiday. But this change, too, had a twist The outside world, now fear has kissed. There are people crying everywhere, They feel helpless, drowning in despair Loved ones lost, to an enemy unseen But waiting, enveloping everywhere we've been. A virus has cost us these lives and souls Leaving us shaken by the events that unfold. A child, young, and new to the world Was ready to play, and happily learn The new topics his mother decided to teach him,  But that's when the news hit ...

Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop... I was heading home from work that evening, tired and worn out. It had been a rough day at work, and I still had to get the weekly groceries.                                                                 "Milk, biscuits, a few vegetables...", I repeated the list to myself to ensure I wouldn't forget it. It was quite difficult, considering the fact that it was quite foggy and the road wasn't clearly visible. Luckily, for me, I had driven these roads for seven years now, so I knew them like the back of my hand.  Fog wouldn't engulf our small town till at least, late November, usually. It was a little surprising to see it this early in October, but it didn't affect me, for I knew the way.  My head started to blank out. I was just too exhausted. I fought the sleep in my eyes and pres...