Michael Edwards

IN DAYS TO COME

 

 

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.

Comments7

  • Goldfinch60

    Very telling write Michael, so many people of working age may well be struggling in the very near future.

    Andy

    • Michael Edwards

      I dread to think of the hardship that will be left in the pandemic's wake.

    • orchidee

      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'.

    • orchidee

      Miss Berles ever unemployed? She has to constantly check the sylla berles!

      • Michael Edwards

        She's always busy - today she's dusting the sylables and tomorrow she'll be consonently busy.

      • Fay Slimm

        Hard days in the future await as your poem says Michael. Wounded the earth is indeed.

        • Michael Edwards

          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.

        • Neville


          a perfect and of the moment little gem, tis true
          who bloomin knows what in days to come, we'll do..... N :)

          • Michael Edwards

            Never has the term 'Every day's a Bonus' been truer.

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            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 ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿค๐Ÿงก

          • Dove

            The future only holds promise, but the present holds beauty, the poor and suffering have blinders they only see
            The pain!



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