The sign is up,
‘Closed’, it says.
Open soon as
Better days
End recession,
Deep depression.
That’s when
They’ll open up.
‘Gone to lunch’
For quite some time
Head in mire where
No things rhyme.
Nothing making
Any sense.
May never
Open up.
‘Be back soon’,
This Fagin’s song,
Stolen treasure
Does belong
Wherever you may
See a need
To help
One open up.
‘Coming soon’,
New stock here,
Open heart
So full of cheer
At all of chances
Life may give.
At last,
They open up.