Come gather ’round, people,
Wherever you roam,
And admit things are different,
Outside and at home,
And accept that we’re
not, all in this alone.
We use contactless when paying,
And avoid any public singin’,
Order online with our smart phone,
For the times they are a-changin’

Go out in your lipstick,
Accessorise once again,
And keep your eyes wide,
With your mascara and pen,
Sweep with a new broom,
As the changes kick in,
And book a slot for Mass,
in the morning,
You can’t pick your row,
but at least you’ll get in,
For the times they are a-changin’

Always carry a face-mask,
Keep your hand gel on call,
Queue out of the doorway,
and stay one side of the hall,
Don’t be an extrovert,
or waywardly sprawl,
you’ll only make everyone ragin’
So open your windows,
and break down your walls,
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and bloggers,
throughout the land,
Tell it all how it is,
and that you understand,
that these rules and new orders,
are not out of hand,
The old road is rapidly agin’,
We’re on a brand new one,
and it’s not what we planned,
For the times they are a-changin’

The queues are long,
How long will this last,
I’m in the slow one, how
I wish it was fast!
Yet the present now,
Will soon be the past,
You see, I’m only just saying,
That the times they are a-changin’

*With apologies to Bob Dylan*

Lorraine Weightman
July 5th 2020

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