Your faces i see when i close my eyes
Voices still heard in the summer breeze,
Gatherings curtailed by a floating disease,
Poisoned air that we all breathed.
All things stopped except time itself,
Onward it went causing dissent and strife,
Everything aged memories to fade away,
Will we have time to gather again some day.
We talk on the phone with pointless words
Not much to say no tales to tell only concerns
Through it all we look forward to sunshine and mirth,
One day it will arrive smiling with hope.
Andrew Mcintyre 19/03/2024 .