Merriment Was a Shadow


Young and old suffered alike.
Rich became poor; poor became impecunious.
The end was nowhere near,
Even the blithest saw despair.
Despondency was at its high;
Penury hid behind every corner,
Ready to strike those who had before escaped its wrath.
America had never known such a necessitous time.
Thirteen million lost their jobs,
In return they were given fear.
Fear of losing their hard earned money;
Fear of losing their children;
Fear of impoverishment.
Cleanliness was no longer requisite.
Kicked out of their homes with not but a dollar,
Grotty clothes were a given.
A mother selling all that she owned
In hopes of giving her children being fed.
America had never known such a necessitous time.
Would the end ever near?
Merriment was a shadow;
No matter how fast it was chased,
It played its game of hide and seek.
Even the blithest saw despair.

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