I was thinking of the victims of lockdown and beyond

Do not Stand at my Store and Weep

Do not stand at my store and weep
I am not there, I could not keep
The wolf from baying at the door
The bills that piled up ever more
The stock that spoiled I cannot sell
A shop no more, it's just a shell.
No customers to greet with smiles
No bumping baskets in the aisles
No half day closing, Sundays off
A victim of persistent cough
Where go I next, I cannot tell
The virus pealed my dream's death knell
Do not stand at my store and weep
I sadly had it put to sleep

Poetry by Mack
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Written on 2020-06-11 at 19:37

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This seems to flow effortlessly, but I know it isn't that easy. Well done.

There are so many in this terrible situation, I feel for them all. Beautifully and honestly described.

AFRODITE STATHI The PoetBay support member heart!
So beautifully written.What this disease has done is beyond thinking.So true and sad.