CoVid took everything by Emil Danninger

Once a wealthy business owner,

not a trouble in sight,

"Oh why?" "Oh why?", 

did CoVid break out? 

For I had no doubt, 

I'd be like a soldier in an army slowly taken out.

As if my troubles weren't horrible enough, 

I got CoVid and had to be on a ventilator. 

Four months went by, 

all medical bills on my shoulder.

Like an ant, slowly crushed by rocks, 

at one point, not even bread in the breadbox.

I had lost everything. 

Like a bee, with nothing left to pollinate,

a look at my bank rate,

I wish I never saw.

Here I am, on the streets of Warsaw,

a nice warm coffee is all I desire, 

yet money is what I require.

However, I still breathe in and out, 

but inside of me, 

there’s a raging fire of hope, 

telling me not to stop, 

but to keep going, 

like a phoenix, 

to rise back from the ashes.