Friday, 1 January 2021

Dichotomy (a New Year poem)


Rising cases; rising hope

Feeling confident; can’t cope

Things are better; things are worse

Found a cure; flanked by a curse

 

Different number, same old place

Different diet, same old face

Out of Europe with a bump

At least we’re nearly rid of Trump

RC 1-1-21

No comments:

Post a Comment