Is the Separate Loneliness Passing?

I find it hard to go outside
To meet the Human Race
Some still wear masks
Their talk is scarce
And fears stay on their face.

A strange civility that sponsors
Stay alone.
Keep those six feet
And do your part.
Keep King Health on his Throne.

We skip the church
The games, the clubs
And weddings are so slight.
We bury Kin indecently
And spurn the parks in fright.

The residue of all this muck
Is hard to disengage
For fellowship polite and clean
And earning safe a wage.
Yes we must glean the wage.

How could we get to this drab place
The fun lost and the friends
And ZOOM is such a measly way
To cheer or make amends.
Sure hope this mishmash ends.