December 31, 2020
Perhaps I’ll write a line or two
But keep it short, just write a few,
Perhaps today, not say a lot.
Or then again, perhaps I’ll not.
This year I’ve written more than most.
Perhaps today’s a time to coast.
Perhaps I’ll finish out the year
And keep it slow in lower gear.
A day to let this strange year end.
It’s not a year I’d call my friend.
When it is gone, I will not grieve.
I’m rather glad to see it leave.
Whatever this new year may bring
I pray the COVID’s done by spring.
I’ll once again be free to hug
And have no fear I’ll spread a bug.