Quarantine
Who knew that staying home would be such a hassle
I would have thought it would be such a dazzle
Believe it or not, School was actually a second family
We take it all for granted. Do you agree?
I miss my teachers and friends
Does this majestic journey have to end?
After all, it is April.
Here I am, always by my table
Making artwork, making poems, trying to make the most of it.
Everyday, these things act as a habit.
Don’t give up, we can make it through
The disastrous times that face me and you
During your free time, do something productive
Most of all, be active.
Be in your home, and read a book.
Find all those missing toys your sibling took.
Most will complain that they are bored.
If we go back to school, let’s learn from that experience
From which, its products have poured.
After all, it could be worse and tense.
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