‘No problem, ‘ I am assured.
But no, I am not assured at all.
In fact I am more fearful than before.
How often I have heard those words so sure.
The prelude to ghastly unforeseen woes and more.
The problem looms, my trust has already lost it's bloom.
The Cypriot backs away too fast,
Loudly, procrastinating, not his fault, I think he lies.
