On The Covid Road To Armageddon

By Gothicman
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So many lonely people,
going through some motion of living
with blank faces,
or with faces full of pain.
Clothes plucked from dustbin sacks,
roughly adjusted to no fashionable line,
shielding them only from the wind and rain.
All chuckling babies once,
unaware of what was to come.
But sadly, with time,
all fates become known,
and for some,
loneliness was always theirs,
others, have known love,
worked hard,
had families who cared,
they have known better days.
But what thoughts now,
when they sleep, eat and rest,
in dark shop doorways, in barns,
or just wander to at best live as they can,
from place to place.
Those knowing only loneliness,
live just one day at a time,
warmed by memories of an easier meal,
or a comforting smile,
from a kinder face.
Those who have known love,
with cherished memories like mine,
will not despise my happy life,
nor look with contempt or disgrace.
For, though I have felt love’s tender caress,
I have also lost in romantic strife.
Yes, I have felt the joy of a lover’s kiss,
sipped red wine on a summer lawn,
slept in warm arms in crisp linen sheets,
felt the magic of an own child born.
I‘m happy and content, not like you,
with all hope gone!
You who wander to a common goal,
there was a time when…
No, there’s no time to comfort my wretched soul;
the soup kitchen's two miles on,
and we must hurry,
it closes at ten.
Goth:2020
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On a brighter note:
Think of the hundreds of millions Boris is saving on the pensions with +80% of deaths being over 67years.
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Heh heh heh.
I get your point. I was (jokingly) referring to state pensions really (such as they are) No no government is getting their sticky fingered hands on my private pension.
Cheers
Ed
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A poignant read Trevor.
A poignant read. Those that are at desperation point and have no idea how to go on except surviving from day to day is so sad. It must be even harder with the new normal.
Your poem brings home the distress of their lives. Makes me realize just how lucky I am.
Jenny.
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Poignant was the word that
Poignant was the word that came to me as well. The tone of this is spot on. It's crazy how all the safety nets for the most vulnerable are being systematically removed.
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A powerful description of
A powerful description of life's reality with haves and have-nots and their contrasting fortunes with the latter feeling the strain of deprivation and living from hand to mouth.
Luigi
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You can hear the gears
You can hear the gears meshing in the system here. The clunk as the clutch is dropped in.
Never mind. Boris still has the roubles rolling in and the gin palaces are rocking gently in their Monaco berths. The world is fine. And more ways than ever to escape with that magical online bet!
Good no nonsense piece, Goth. Gets to the nitty gritty.
Parson Thru
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Hope you slept well after
Hope you slept well after that! :)
Yes, difficult for any government.
A Walt Whitman moment? People seem to be experimenting and relaxing. I read about the New Formalist movement last night. Well, "about" might be stretching it. I read that it exists. A non-story really, except for anyone who follows trends in movements. :)
Parson Thru
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