What’s going on here I yelled to my wife,
This is the worst year of my fast-aging-life.
The pandemic for sure provides reasons to worry,
The elections, the weather, my mind has gone blurry.
2020 ‘s a stinker, we can’t argue that,
With my new covid workout my muscles are flat.
Restaurants are closed and so are the bars,
But we’re still sending rockets to both moon and to Mars.
We all walk around in a mask covered haze,
What of the good times, can we recapture those days?
They say there’s a cure and we can’t give up hope,
So, I just keep on checking, my old Horoscope.
Holidays are coming so the calendar shows,
No presents to give with their paper and bows.
Kids still love Santa and they hold spirits on high,
Let’s follow their lead and let negativity die.
It won’t be the same, but we can’t give it up,
Hang up some old lights and drink an eggnog-filled-cup.
Be strong for your friends, remember family above,
Hug and kiss those you can, and send the world lot’s of love.
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