2020
There is a certain sadness
in taking down the Christmas tree
glowing lights that fade too easily
reflective ornaments fancy and plain
suddenly become a task to put away, again.
Boxing up the wrapping paper and decorative bags
tearing away the names written on the tags
ready for reuse later in the next year
pondering future plans, laughter, and tears
what will be the journey for this newest year?
Passing quickly as Christmas presence goes
perhaps the New Year will keep us on our toes
as 2020 slips away to better days awakened
how well have we learned from those mistakes taken?
Here it comes, ready or not
2021 will give us the updated snapshot.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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