Ode To 2020 Poem by Alexander Onoja

Fears, fears; we walked down that path,
of ravening sorrow, or the hand of wrath.
Time flies, hope rises, the old familiar sting,
gaining, losing, gaining and losing everything.

Tears, tears; we felt it rush,
rushed freely as the mountain streams that gush.
The year's been rough with violent cries,
silent mourning as the innocent dies.

Cheers, cheers; we raised our glasses,
as the past occurs in quick sudden flashes.
2020 was the worst man had to fear,
but hey! cheer up, a new year is here.