RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES
The Year of Two Twenties
A year of bitter fruit and bitter harvest
A harsh and twisted sister
A harbinger of darkness
She came too soon and never left
Leaving souls lost and hearts bereft
A year of malady and discontent
Of clouds that would not lift
Of rain that punished without end
Never breathing never cleansed
Fire drought and pestilence
Our energy is spent
A year of social uprising
We wonder will it be the moment?
We wonder was it worth the price?
The gatherings so many lives
Deepening the great divide
Compelling us to choose sides
The year of twenties ends with hope
A little longer we must cope
Wearing masks and keeping distance
Washing hands with soap
Born in innocence it ends in infamy
Like Shakespeare’s Gloucester:
There is no creature loves me
And if I die no soul shall pity me
Goodbye year of twenties
May we never meet again
You demanded our attention
But it’s time for you to end
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
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