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;

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And people in the parks swinging at night,

And wild children in tantrum whine

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Students will wear their school saturation

Partying their pants off  holding a glass covered in condensation. 

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And not one will know of the pandemic, not one 

Will quarantine at last when it is done. 

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Not one would mind, neither city nor country, 

If the virus disappeared utterly 

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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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