2020 - Ian Duquemin
I thank two thousand and twenty
As it really wasn't that bad
The gifts that it gave were plenty
If you think of the treasures we had
Like silence, and time for thinking
Rest for our weary bones
Love to share with our families
In the comfort we call our homes
Air to breathe, unpolluted
Strangers now saying hello
Helping each other, and lending a hand
The stars once again on show
A year is not something to squander
As another is now in our past
So I'm hoping the next one will be much the same
And the lessons we're learning will last
Ian Duquemin
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