2020’s Funeral

by Harshita Das aged 14

A year’s end, a year’s death,
Your funeral will not be attended by many,
Those of us who mourn, mourn for an year lost
A year wasted – ruined
But that is no reason to forget it from history –

Disease is no new threat to humanity
Existed for two millennia and a century
Acquainted so well with the threat of disease,
We’re practically best friend; yet we still haven’t got a clue
At how to treat it at parties

School’s a mess;
And we’re all so incredibly tired
Although 2021 could bring its own set of problems.
At least with this year, we’re done

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