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2020 finally over. 2021, a new start. Let's write a poem about the end. |
Ode to 2020 Time, the force that complements and <Smooths> all; Past, experience ignored or recalled. Year, flown away with stream of clicking clocks. Twenty-twenty, I sing this ode to you, Despite all the hardships I have been through. Oh, how why are you treating us so cruel, Still, I'm hither to eulogize your due. Here, I ready upon New Year, Tumult of the passing twelve months. Dear, COVID-nineteen we yet fear, Suffering with the billionths. And finally, Twenty-twentyone's coming near. Notwithstanding, I shall honor thy end, Sage you have made and courage you have sent. Fate and destiny brought you to my sense, You will be my past, changing my life's trend; <Forever> How may will the next decade be? Better? Worser? Merrier? Sadder? We may never know. Future's not our territory. Time, the force that complements and smooths all; Past, experience ignored or recalled. Year, approaching with stream of clicking clocks. |