Year's End
With lockdowns and fear the past year was drear.
Today it is dark and dank and dripping,
slate grey. The sun refuses to appear.
Wild winds have eased to drabness as nothing.
Winter solstice offered little of cheer
with moods of many sadly depressing.
Prospects for travelling out of our tier
are restricted; there's so much we're missing.
To get rid of the old it's time for a crap,
to get the hell out of me, flush it away.
What a relief! I feel better for that,
hoping for freedom beyond new year's day.
A world is beckoning, one without zoom,
of meeting together in the same room.
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