Holding On To My Sparkle
He rubbed me with some liniment, making me sneeze
But still I would not relent. I held fast.
He rolled me down the hill, and I landed in a tar bucket.
I laughed so loudly, the cows began to moo.
Not yet thwarted, he brought sickness and death to our family.
I told him I do not believe in soul death, and I stuck out my tongue.
Things were thrown in my path, on my head, under my feet.
I had bruises, and one of my bones cracked.
This gives me a chance to sing for nurses I told him.
So 2020 slunk off into the night, making way for a new year.
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