How Do We Stay On Our Feet?

How do we stay on our feet? Beat what is now on the street. A plague has entered our lives. No more concerts, no more gigs, No more contrail-lined skies While we self-isolate, agonise? Who we know may soon be gone. Something we can no longer prolong Like a biblical wave taking all But for the very young, the strong: Public gatherings banned football: Take a backseat as we bunker down. Hope in the shadows a long black cloud There's clapping in doorways on-the-street. But please stand back 2-metres or-thereabouts. I don't want to infect you, see you deceased. I know we will all come-through-this Goodnight sweetheart - gives me, a-kiss.