When This Is Over
I see them, I smile,
And I wave from my car.
The afternoon sun says
"Parade who you are."
But yesterday whispered:
"Tomorrow hates fools"
This year was just cancelled
And Easter is cruel.
And I know "when it's over"
Will be just the same.
And I know, when we're warmer,
We'll be just the same.
I have moved this song "over" to the
properly-named When This Is Over,
where it will be just the same.
4/11/20
© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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