Song 07 Covid days

by Ziad Dib Jreige   Oct 21, 2020


Song 07

Covid days

I sit alone
No place to go
The fun is gone
The mood so low
My coffee black
I do prepare
Will they come back
My nights so fair?

How much I hate
These days too sad
As if my fate
Is going mad

I often stand
On balcony
Within my hand
There stands with me
My coffee black
No milk, no sweet
My eyes do track
The empty street

How much I hate
These days too sad
As if my fate
Is going mad

There passed by
A lady fair
She looked up high
With golden hair
That dog she walked
Was pretty small
Her feet he stalked
And shased her call

She put no mask
She walked untame
I had to ask
About her name!

My coffee black
I left when she
Slowed down and back
She smiled at me
Went down to her
With my request
She and her dog
Would be my guest

Forgot about
Covid-19
When I saw out
That pretty scene

Since then we sit
And laugh and talk
No mask we fit
We walk the dog
My coffee black
Still I prepare
Now they are back
My nights so fair

How much I love
These days too mad!
We never know
When we'll be glad.

© Ziad Dib Jreige #song07

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