When I wake up as this year ends
It doesn’t feel quite right,
Words weren’t around this time last year,
Not even seen the light.
We’d never heard of Covid,
Let alone the 19th strain,
And didn’t know the year would bring,
To many so much pain.
Then no self isolation,
Didn’t know what that phrase meant,
And shielding was for D and D,
Time not that old folk spent.
We then weren’t social distancing,
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