Are your feet on shaky ground?
When you wake, does your heart pound?
Worried that your hard-earned cash
Is not enough to cut a dash?
With hyped-up fuel costs, food bills high
How many of us won’t get by?
The War* drags on, the outlook’s drear
The ghosts of poverty draw near …
Now ghouls and witches concoct plans
To parade in Christian lands
As Halloween looms into sight
With cries of ‘trick
or treat!’ at night…
An epitome of all our fears
A shaky, mirror-world appears
As children, masked and kitted out,
Confront confusion without doubt.
Yet, when we’re older, are we wise?
Humans still lead fragile lives …
The Bogey Man may change his form
But always, always – is re-born!
(c) Poet in the woods 2022
* in Ukraine
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