'We Owe You Four Weeks Of Bliss' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Finally,
From where we sit...
Light has begun to filter in,
From once darkened windows.

'It is good to hear such good news!
It is terrific to see the Sun upon the horizon again.
Isn't it? '

You have no idea.
Since we began mailing...
The 'We Owe You Four Weeks of Bliss' announcements,
In dazzling colored brochures.
A few days ago?
Thousands have not bothered to show up,
To block out the natural light at street level.
Allowing us to determine how best to satisfy their needs.
And finding the atmosphere,
A little easier to breathe these days.
Even though the printing of the brochures,
Has not been cost effective.

'It is good to hear such good news!
It is terrific to see the Sun upon the horizon again.
Isn't it? '

Yes.
Since adopting this new sytem,
Everyone seems to be more encouraged.
More stimulated and patient,
To know we are doing the best we can...
To revive their visions of a brighter tomorrow.