Empty Cafes, 2020
No use to fret, its only temporary measures
As keepers of the gloom proclaimed in press
Suspend the longing for the simple pleasures
Amidst the circumstances of distress
Awnings are lowered, tables are removed
Everything’s minimized, except the road works
Progress develops in a spiral, and it’s proved
Shall we embark soon in a fabulous epoch?
We have to benefit from the upcoming gladness
Or they’ll take over with another war
Forgetting gradually the days of sadness
We never know, what we were made up for.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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