Swimming in the Swamp of Uncertainty. 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.

Swimming in the Swamp of Uncertainty.

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.