RAINING ON MY PARADE
So the
weather takes for us a turn,
Weakened sun
and much more rain.
The balcony
garden increasingly fern,
Flowering
plants are on the wane.
Hummingbirds
humming round my feeder,
Despairing
the loss of richer finds,
Frost and
fog, as seasons teeter,
Darkened
shadows play with minds.
World events
now raise our passions,
Emotions
rise to fever pitch,
Millions now
on sparer rations,
Poorer now
who once were rich.
Hopes of
peace have flown away
As martial
music fills the air,
Contentment,
once in full array,
Hopes no
longer ours to share.
Its raining
now on our parade,
Prospects
flown that seemed so bright,
Evil
marching where once we prayed,
Blood the
price to save the right
Of children
playing safe in sun,
Of people
living fuller lives,
Of happy
times and fam’ly fun,
Rewards in
full for he who strives?
When will
come the sun again?
When will
come the sun again?
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