How can a year

Feel so long

The strangest one

That’s gone so wrong

Whatever plans

We thought we had

It started good

Then went to bad

So much delayed

And put on hold

Dreams and lives

Are now controlled

It’s hard to swallow

And really accept

The ones who lead us

Are blindly inept

And at their whim

Ourselves we find

While in this play

We’re all entwined

To whatever end

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks