2020 Then
Pandemic COVID19
We want it over
2021
Capitol Insurrection
Who expected this?
Who would have indeed?
All those paying attention
Will it be over?
No one knows for sure
Peace and harmony might come
Or more rioting
What is the cause here?
Plenty blame to go around
Arrest each one now
A new day comes soon
January twentieth
Hold our breath ’til then.
Title photo by Pixabay
Photos by Pixabay
The Unlived Year Midnight strikes and the old year's gone. We close the tablets we've written on. And torn 'twist hope and doubt and fear, we open the book of the unlived year! An unlived year! Ah, stained with tears are the well-thumbed volumes of other years! Soiled by blunders and black regret are the pages we read with eyelids wet. But fresh in our hands once more is laid a clean, new book by the Master made. Unmarred are the pages lying there-- Twelve new chapters fresh and fair. It is ours to write the daily tale, of how we conquer - or how we fail; Of struggle and effort and hope that makes like a song in the heart, when the bright day breaks. Yes, fresh in our hands with the title clear, is the challenge now of an unlived year! Author Unknown
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 