Bitter-sweet memories come to light
limited resources pinch hard
time sits idle in full fright
though sure down is one’s guard.

Uncertainty in full bloom
fear has new avenues
what if it all adds to gloom?
when there is no revenue?

Stocks lie unattended
hands tied by governments
everything so undecided
thus giving room to arguments.

Sleep goes for a toss
dreams so dark
that etch only loss
yeah insides too bark.

Hanging on faith not enough
strategies pull strings
to rise when going gets rough
and stale go things.

Plans go kaput
each morsel a struggle
life is not simply put
but a pothole sans giggles.