It Is What It Is Or Is It
What is it she asked,
I do not know but it came on fast. The angel did not know, is it hell below. Looking down from heaven they could see, 2020 a year that kept one on their knee. Laughs were replaced by tears, that filled everyone with fears. Lock downs replaced fun, it made all want to run. Sickness and death you beat your drum, where did you come from. A new year 2021 will start soon, will there be new or more of the same tune. The angels looked mystified, with no answers to guide. Then they answered just pray, take it day by day.
Date written:11/25/2020
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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