The Year of Twenty-Twenty
Living alone this Twenty-Twenty year,
I truly cannot help feeling so sad.
Although I know that many hold me dear,
I need friends near, to be happy and glad.
While waiting, I mark my plans on a pad.
We're trying to do what those in charge say.
Our lives have all changed in such a big way.
To some the illness has brought great sorrow.
When this disease goes, a much brighter day
We'll all look for a better tomorrow.
Dizaine Poetry Contest
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