A heap of restaurant chairs
weighed down the old red Chevy truck
criss-crossed by a nonsense of bungee cords
What a heap of sadness
weighing the workers down
criss-crossing each other in masked silence
The sad eyes of the restauranteurs
as the weighed down truck pulls away
with their hopes and dreams, silently
Eyes resisting tears
pulling at all the strength they may have left
hoping their home isn't next
It's a tearful Christmas despite all the good cheer
leaving behind hopes and dreams in a viral haze
it's hope that makes a home; money, only a house
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 9:47 PM UTC
A heap of restaurant chairs
weighed down the old red Chevy truck
criss-crossed by a nonsense of bungee cords
What a heap of sadness
weighing the workers down
criss-crossing each other in masked silence
The sad eyes of the restauranteurs
as the weighed down truck pulls away
with their hopes and dreams, silently
Eyes resisting tears
pulling at all the strength they may have left
hoping their home isn't next
It's a tearful Christmas despite all the good cheer
leaving behind hopes and dreams in a viral haze
it's hope that makes a home; money, only a house
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