My Covid Nineteen New Year's Eve Wish
To be swept higher and higher
On the breeze of a pink-salmon dawn
Troubles and cares? Swishhh
All gone!
And what’s this?
I’m neither young nor old
I’m eternal and glowing
Ecstatic and bold!
There’s a poor,
Huddled family with no food on the shelves
But—Viola! Here’s your banquet.
Now, don’t stuff yourselves!
I see an old man in grief
His life’s nearly done
Presto-chango!
You’re young, so go out and have fun!
This New Year’s dream surely can’t last
The time for childish whimsies has long ago passed.
But—I’m still soaring with glee in a world so enchanted
My Covid 19 New Year’s wish
Has really been granted.
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