Under 2020’s Last Moon.

Under the last full moon of a sad tune
I look over the cold night amongst the bland sand dunes
and wish things were different, but hope for a happy spring, instead of another sad June.

It’s been a collective transformation, any soul from a year ago
Couldn’t even begin
to guess what this year has been.
The vaccine *should* help, but won’t repair all the loss
of jobs, money, housing, loved ones – people hurting, all across.

It was a bootcamp year, but we’ll be so much stronger after,
A disaster as the aftermath fades into the past,
we’ll figure out how to pick ourselves up along the path,
I’ve been feeling sad, but glad for what I have.

Bad times start and stop, but they never really finish,
2021 is what we make it, don’t fall for the gimmick,
it could get better or worse, or could be similar,
hopeful but doubtful is the yin / yang I’m feeling, but,

it’s all left up to us, with the hand we were dealt
to have the best health, and to try and be our best selves,

History does not repeat repeat, but it rhymes;
and when the ball drops tonight, I’ll be trying my best to smile. – RSM

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