Wednesday, November 25, 2020

2020 Thanksgiving Eve Poem

It was the best six months.

It was the worst six months.

Is it the same six months,

as the first six months?

 

March through September?

Certainly not stellar.

October? November?

Not any better.

After Easter and summer,

and then the election,

The virus still spreads  

like some kind of infection.

 

Covid-19 has a seat at the table,

But that doesn’t mean we can’t still be grateful.

Think of the politics that won’t be discussed,

Think of the relatives you won’t have to cuss.

Then think of the possibility of successful vaccines,

and enjoy your socially-distanced Thanksgiving Day feast.

 


 

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