Every place the signs say the same
Open for delivery or take out orders only
When you look inside these places
They all look so empty and lonely
Places that held lots of people
Always bustling with business
But now tables and chairs sit empty
All to avoid a spreading sickness
People all trying to do their best
Trying hard not to lose hope
Doing the very best they can
Trying in so many ways to cope
The most difficult part to understand
Is when will all this come to an end
But right now that's a question
Who's answers on many things will depend
4-15-20/RjH
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