Twenty Twenty Glory Gig Poem by John Sensele

Listen to me, Twenty-Nineteen
Your time has expired
While I reach out for goodies from my treasure tin
Granting me the power to declare you retired and inspired

I don't care if for good away you go
Cos for me it makes no difference
If your certainty seconds should forgo
The privilege I preserve in reference and deference

To the brand New Year
Which I long to embrace and kiss
As humankind to progress shouts ‘Yeah'
And calls for permanent peace and bliss

In Twenty Twenty
The spanking brand new kid on the block
Which to expectant moms, dads and kids promises hope aplenty
To the chimes of midnight on the comely clock

When I breathe a sigh of relief
Retire fatigue and intrigue
Inspiring joy in chief
Hope aplenty inspires hope on launching the Twenty Twenty glory gig.