Returning to Routine by Anya

Tie up your laces,
Put on your blazer
And fall back into the disturbed routine

See covered faces
Lesson to lesson
Trapped in an odd, weird and strange in between

How it used to be
Is a time gone by
Centuries ago in twenty-nineteen

We all can agree
This is not the best
But this is something we could not foresee

But between the wipes
And the face coverings
A small glimpse of normality is seen

We still wear our stripes
And sit at our desks
But the Lewis Hall is now our canteen