There is nothing
All the jars and cans
Sit empty on the shelves.
There is no hope for more.
The roads to everywhere are closed.
And Greyhound doesn’t stop here any more.

Everything is nebulous.
The equipment is all broken down
And rusting outside in the rain.
We ordered from a catalog
But never got a shipment back,
And our check was never cashed.

There is nothing in the pipeline.
The doorbell doesn’t seem to work.
The screen door has a hole in it,
Patched with pages
Ripped from next week’s calendar,
And the phone declines to ring.

Everything is over now,
The happy times
Are past and gone.
All that’s left to us is weeping
And the Kleenex box is empty,
So the tears make puddles on the floor.

All we see through tear filled eyes:
Another day in paradise.
            ljm

It’s the thief if time,
Who won’t let you be mine.
Keeps stealing you away,
For most of every day.

Why do our moments go so fast,
When all I want is them to last.
Must be the thief of time
Who won’t let you be mine.

As he knelt down and proposed to her,
The moon giggled cheekily,
The stars nodded,
And the bouquet of flowers he held chorused,
Yes
1/4/2022