Another year,
another year mostly alone,
with probably the possibilities of the same to come,
COVID-19,
the boredom and the fear,
and with not much socialising,
and not much fun,
oh, how tedious it is,
and how boring it is,
and this year it has only just begun,
yes, another year of this,
with the odd walk in the countryside,
and to the local shop,
and to the church,
and trying to find things to fill the mind,
trying find things to do that don’t always involve the television,
but reading and writing I do not mind,
because it is a fine time,
but finding so much time on your hands and with out many plans,
it is an unusual time,
and a time that is rather glum,
yes, another year,
has only just begun,
and I wish COVID-19 a speedy departure,
but it is much slower to go than the speed it arrived,
and here I sit,
contemplating,
and ruminating,
and cogitating,
and pondering what to do next,
and feeling vexed, that COVID-19 did ever come,
yes, another year,
another year mostly alone,
with probably the possibilities of the same to come,
COVID-19,
and the boredom and the fear,
and with not much socialising,
and not much fun,
and probably an empty year filled with not much cheer,
but we go on,
and life goes on,
until the day of its end does come,
and all I can do is hope for a bit more sun,
and to find things to do,
whilst reflecting how terrible it is that so many lives have been lost,
and curse COVID-19,
and wish it had never begun.

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