like a new child
we look forward to a new year
as bright as snow
each day grows;
though it might be over,shall we
forget this year,
I don't think so.
Each day breeds it's own Pandemic
like embers that lay in tension,
we lay hoping things will get better
but it grows lame
for the year;
is a challenging one.
pandemic!
protests!
wars!
deaths!all I will say about the year
is two sides of a coin
where one says it's over
another says it just began.
the chronicles have ended
just as it started
good bye 2020.
©tadebrown
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