Hard to figure whether 2020 hosted us as
unwilling guests or if we hosted this gloomy
year and have found it wanting like a guest
you've seen enough of and hate the impulse that
moved you to tell it to drop around and you'll
hang out for awhile, just chilling. Finally the
world finds itself in agreement that this has been
the year no one wanted and couldn't even begin
to imagine. At its imminent departure fireworks
will illuminate the sky, balloons lift off in jubilant
colourful array, as noisemakers speed 2020 on its
way. Leave, goodbye, don't look back and never
think of returning. This has been an exceptional
year, one that will live on in memory though no
one wants to remember it, like a bad dream whose
nightmarish qualities followed us in every waking
hour, a villainous, sinister year whose entrance
gift was a wretched lethal plague that stopped the
world in its banal routines, imprisoning entire
unprepared populations, just a little spice added
to the excitement of a pestilence of locusts
deadly earthquakes and floods, wildfires and
civil strife, landslides and volcanic eruptions.
Begone, you evil contender for recognition as
history's most disastrous year of bleak mourning.
Thursday, December 31, 2020
Leave, Goodbye!
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Poetry
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