Covid 19 (The Introvert’s dream)

Stay at home, all alone, now that’s some fine advice;

I just can’t fathom folk who think that other folk are nice.

My day is bliss just sitting here, my own thoughts free to be;

It’s pretty mad to think that some need more than little old me.

Just read a book, or watch a show, or potter here and there;

I love my space, it’s safe and snug, what need to go elsewhere?

My shelves are full, my bank is too, I’m pretty fully set;

So why can’t I shake the feeling that something’s not quite right?

Those extroverts, that’s it, I’ve got it - they must be feeling rough;

Not being with humanity (I guess) is pretty tough.

Perhaps they think the world has left it’s senses far behind;

For them it must be crazy with their world so redefined.

They’re probably going crazy now without their sense of touch;

Perhaps I could call them (Or is that asking a tad too much?)

I suppose I could find the strength to put aside my natural thought;

And surprise them with my care and love, to do what I know I ought.

Yes, I will, I can, I think, I can use the telephone;

My extroverted friends shall know they’re not so home alone.

I’ll put aside my natural urge, find strength to get it done;

Because we’re all in this together, absolutely everyone.

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Nathan Burden
Community Pastor