So it is the end my friend
It has been a long year
Or so it felt
Not a month of boredom
Not a week of respite
Everyday day a fight
For our survival
No need to remind us
We’ve all been there
Relentless you were
And you kept delivering
What a year you’ve been
But like everything
It has to end
What a blessing to see you go
The door is wide open
You may go, We’re so happy
To wave you goodbye
You don’t deserve fireworks
You can tiptoe your way out
No one will miss your passing
Good riddance 2020!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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