Happy Little Clouds

The happy little clouds have gone away The blue meanies are here to stay Baked in the cake is a message of doubt There’s no way in and no way out Trying to hold onto what we’ve got It’s not grand and it’s not a lot. Out of an ocean of gloom we return, we consume The hook line and reel pulls us underground Without breathing a word or muttering a sound Everything’s satin Everything’s lace Power and greed fester in this place We all rush in and grab Grab for good Grab for good while the gettings good We’re not dangerous, only misunderstood We have no frame of reference for what we’ve been through Chaos and fear have ravaged and grew They've pierced our souls thru and thru And now as I sit here lonely and blue I pray for an end to our troubled ways Wishing hoping and praying for better days Written May 23, 2020 For 2020 Poetry contest sponsored by Craig Cornish