Up early on this New Year’s Day;
Dark
outside where street lights play
Their
eerie patterns in the street
A
silent view, no passing feet…
Europe
wakes to a new dawn
Where,
for Brits, red tape will spawn
More
hassles, ire and deep regret
In
many ways a backward step…
With all cooped
up in their abode
Fewer
deaths upon the road
While
Fear, alas, still stalks abroad
And,
dare I say it, we are bored!
New Year betokens virgin slate;
What
happenings will syncopate
Our
COVID lives? A little jab
May
be the best hope we now have!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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