Oct 16, 2020
1 min read
No Songs Are Being Sung
A Poem About Free Time
A guitar hangs there among unfinished canvases,
And sheet music paused somewhere on to the next page,
Stanza chord and note. Stuck with no song sung.
No strife, no struggle, no contrast, pandemic fatigues us.
The quiet dawning of the day serves only to enhance our age.
X-gen, Boomer, Millennial together in…
