I have unpacked my suitcase
Of a tan about me there’s no trace.
I was totally beach ready,
From my toes to my heady.
My toes and my nails, sparkly green
Hands red raw from washing them clean.
I had bought beach clothes
Some of the shades matched my toes.
Tomorrow was the day we would fly
I am down but refuse to cry.
The Caribbean is now out of bounds
St. Lucia has closed her door
I agree that she has good grounds
But I did want some sun and what’s more
It’s a beautiful place, I know as I’ve been there before.
To tell you the truth, though sad
I am in a strange way glad
The foreign office said you best not go
We can’t guarantee getting you home,so
I am happy to stay in cold Blighty
Dark times, for us all, problems mighty.
So lets be kind not greedy,
Leave goods for the needy.
So I was not meant to escape
This really might sound pathetic but the last three days have been very stressful. Not only the holiday but all the stress of the new Government restrictions set for our own good. Be safe be kind be happy. I am still scared.