Covid how could you?

You took my smell and my taste.

Oh, what am I going to do?

I feel like waste.

I used to love the smells.

That’s why I started the shop.

But I guess I have to say my farewells,

I guess I have to stop.

The nice and warm feelings,

I get in that store.

Seeing the beautiful ceilings,

I don’t see anymore.

Stuck in my bed,

I feel miserable and tired.

Covid has left me in dread,

I am here uninspired.

Is it permanent?

Will my smell come back?

Or am I like an ornament,

That falls and then breaks, just like that?

Will my customers be gone?

Will my store close down?

And then at the break of dawn,

Will I not be found?

I am tired and weak.

I feel no softness.

I cannot even speak,

Without feeling hopeless.