IN DAYS TO COME
In bars where jobless elbows lean
eyes red with fears of yesterday
and cheeks still wet with tears once shed
upon this wounded earth of ours
beneath the dark bruised skies
in days to come.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Very telling write Michael, so many people of working age may well be struggling in the very near future.
Andy
I dread to think of the hardship that will be left in the pandemic's wake.
We can't escape the 'system', or else it would be one rule for some, and another rule for others.
But it's still horrible - job-searching; a label of 'unemployed'.
Miss Berles ever unemployed? She has to constantly check the sylla berles!
She's always busy - today she's dusting the sylables and tomorrow she'll be consonently busy.
Hard days in the future await as your poem says Michael. Wounded the earth is indeed.
So easy to get down - but heigh - excitement this afternoon - off to get our 'click and collect' - a drive through the countryside alive with clouds of cow parsley and swathed in sunlight.
a perfect and of the moment little gem, tis true
who bloomin knows what in days to come, we'll do..... N 🙂
Never has the term 'Every day's a Bonus' been truer.
ANGELA HERE - Thanks for sharing
a TRUEISM Uncle MIKE !
The FUTURE isnt GREEN for GO !
The FUTURE isnt even ORANGE for *BE ALERT* !!
The FUTURE is RED for DEAD SLOW & STOP !!!
Brian & I are thankful for JOBS in the PUBLIC SECTOR
No BONUSES - They will flourish in 2021 & the Future !
Please check *SMOKEY HAS LANDED* Thanks A & B !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🤍💙🤍🧡
Thanks Angela
I'd love to capture the expression on their faces and learn the words that caused them.
Only man can come to man's aid.
Thank you for your words.
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