The Year of Twenty-Twenty

Living alone this Twenty-Twenty year, I truly cannot help feeling so sad. Although I know that many hold me dear, I need friends near, to be happy and glad. While waiting, I mark my plans on a pad. We're trying to do what those in charge say. Our lives have all changed in such a big way. To some the illness has brought great sorrow. When this disease goes, a much brighter day We'll all look for a better tomorrow. Written 10/10/20 Dizaine Poetry Contest Emile pinet , Sponsor