Better Days

 

 

Machinery sits idle and quiet

A lunch bell rings and echoes

But there is no one to hear

And the silence steady grows

 

The sparse and infrequent traffic

Hidden faces of drivers that pass

Worried eyes above a mask

Wonder how long this will last

 

Children kill indoor time

And playgrounds go silent

Sunny days seem to waste away

A long pause of inconvenient

 

Teachers take to the air waves

Hoping lessons won’t go unlearned

And left behind the poorer kind

Where connection is something earned

 

In nursing home, sitting all alone

A generation languishes in fear

Must understand they risk their lives

In the want to have family near

 

The idle minds see tragic signs

And before seems so long ago

But look ahead for better days

And the love that will make them so

 

 

 

Comments
41 Responses to “Better Days”
  1. All the changes a global pendemic had caused. But a wonderful message of hope for the better days ahead

  2. Matt P says:

    Great poem, Brad! This captures so many scenes and the end elicits a forward-looking, optimistic mindset.

  3. Harsh says:

    Beautiful!!

  4. Kaylen says:

    To be so sad but positive at the same time, wonderful words.

  5. WildHeart says:

    This is so beautiful Brad. And so relatable to the current scenario. Especially the last two lines are super amazing and positive. Wow!! πŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ’•πŸ’–

  6. Beautiful Brad! A great and artistic report of what has been happening all over the world…The closure of schools, the closure of businesses and the prohibition of freedom is a horrible “solution” to this supposed crisis…we suffered much of this in Europe and what I am afraid of, it’s not the “virus”, it is the effects of the closure the governments have imposed…you’ve written a lovely “snapshot” of what all of this is causing. Great! All the best!

  7. beth says:

    this is so beautiful and hopeful in the end

  8. Jim Borden says:

    wonderful poem, Brad. you’ve captured the current state of our world, but you left us with a message of hope. And I don’t get the people driving with their masks on…

  9. jonicaggiano says:

    β€œThe sparse and infrequent traffic
    Hidden faces of drivers that pass
    Worried eyes above a mask
    Wonder how long this will last”. Brad this is truly lovely. I can visualize the scenes one after another. All true and as the Alchemist said β€œhope for better days ahead”. Love, hope and blessings to you my friend. Love πŸ’• Joni

  10. Easymalc says:

    Those really are such profound words which I’m sure most people can relate to in some way. Thank you

  11. Nima Mohan says:

    Brad.. a sense of sadness throughout but ending with reassurance. To be positive in the difficult times. Well done !!

  12. petespringerauthor says:

    There’s nothing more joyless than an unused playground. Yet with sadness, there are always rays of hope.

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thank you, Pete! There is a playground just behind my home. When the weather is nice and the windows are open, the days are filled with the sound of children playing in the park. The absence of those sounds led to the poem.

  13. blindzanygirl says:

    β€œAnd before seems so long ago,” EXACTLY what I have been feeling. We think that this will last for ever, but it won’t. It can’t. We will get out of this, though we do not yet know how or when. But your last line gives hope, which is what we all need. I like this oiem for its plain speaking, and U feel that it should be kept for posterity, so that people can read what it was like, who would ever have thought all this wouldbhappen? But it has. Great poem Brad.

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thank you for your kind words and comment. I am happy to know that you found something within that you could so readily relate to. And, I agree with you, hope is all we need! Stay well and stay safe!

  14. Fen says:

    Your poem fully captures our current situation with just a few words. I am amazed! It’s sad but beautiful. xx

  15. Yacoob says:

    Tragically beautiful…

  16. Such a wonderful poem Brad: a versed chronicle of our days. You are an outstanding poet: really talented.
    “In nursing home, sitting all alone
    A generation languishes in fear”
    WOW. What can I say.
    Stay safe and blessed.
    G.

    • Brad Osborne says:

      Thank you, Gabriela! If you keep filling my head with your lovely words, I might start to look for a publisher. You are the breeze that sets my ship to sail each day!

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