Poem Inspired by Sara Teasdale

There Will Come Soft Bustling

There will come soft bustling and the smell of the town, 

And shops stirring with their scintillating sound;


And people in the parks swinging at night,

And wild children in tantrum whine


Students will wear their school saturation

Partying their pants off  holding a glass covered in condensation. 


And not one will know of the pandemic, not one 

Will quarantine at last when it is done. 


Not one would mind, neither city nor country, 

If the virus disappeared utterly 


And Humanity themselves when they woke at dawn,

Would scarcely know that millions were gone.

Find the original here: http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1317.html

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