31 December 2020
Neat handwriting, fresh ink,
Another wistful, heartfelt list.
Taken in by the novel glamour
Created by a stroke of midnight.
How strange is it that I dare
To daydream of another life?
Last year, former good intentions
Unraveled, dismantled so easily.
Emptied streets, all so deadly silent,
Wonders when normality will return.
So do I raise a toast to providence,
Chime in the new, drink to destiny?