Twenty-Twenty-One

 

Twenty-Twenty-One

 

Two thousand years and twenty-one,

We hope ‘twill be a bit more fun,

I promise not to be too proud,

Nor ring this New Year in too loud.

 

I feel for those who have to say,

My lungs have always been this way,

For we have learned one little cough,

Can really turn some people off.

 

Now, I’m hard-wired to see bright sides,

Rare down too long what e’re abides,

My cooking’s bad, but I don’t whine,

Our dog quit begging when we dine.

 

I like my home, yet I do prize,

The grocery store, my exercise,

My social life is never flat,

I know each clerk, we stop and chat.

 

We’ve learned to live a slower pace,

It does not have to be a race,

I have a wife, whom I adore,

I treasure that I see her more.

 

Now, as the New Year ushers in,

I pray for God to be within,

To help a neighbor when in need,

And, thank our God for all, indeed!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 1, 2021