On The Covid Road To Armageddon
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,
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.