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.