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.