Back to work tomorrow,
Only for the day.
One day out of seven,
Sad in a way.
A museum stands alone,
A museum to upkeep.
A museum only sleeping,
A museum counting sheep.
Only a skeleton staff,
Keep it nice and neat.
All proud and dedicated,
None ever feel downbeat.
A plan now formed,
When people do return.
Visitors health and safety,
The only paramount concern.
Things will get better,
The old adage goes.
When will that be,
Father Time only knows.
Father Time holds the key,
To unlock its green gate.
A museum patiently waiting,
A museum stoic and great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem