The birds they still sing,
The flowers still bloom,
It is almost Spring,
It can’t all be doom.
The bars are still full,
The children still play,
If this is to change
This is not the day.
That day will still come,
Later or in weeks,
For now, don’t succumb
To fears when it peaks.
Maybe our last chance,
A time of calm peace,
This inaudible dance
Will soon enough cease.
The birds they still sing,
The flowers still bloom,
It is almost Spring,
It can’t all be doom.
Tony Quarrington 
Leave a comment