Pick and Mix

In isolation we are sorely forced
the hermit crab locked in
such solitude  alone with no discourse
severed feelings on a limb
remembered days of pick and mix

To socialise and feel the buzz
to congregate, now we cannot
the hive that was our lives
gone the shopper, selections hub
just empty hoppers, the crickets flit


Cola bottles for a treat
like the koala bear is in retreat
the endangered species
without them I cant feel replete
an empty bag, carried in an empty street

Forlorn I stand
 coins clutched in a small hand
pocket money its passage banned
the Covid 19 made the holes
for cavities unplanned