Once in a Life 

2020 has been
The worst of times
The best of times
But mostly maybe the time of times

We wring our hands
While they wring our necks
For counting coins from government cheques
And banging pots from our decks

Upon grieving the dead
Our gums bleed into bread
Made from sour dough starters and salt of tears
It feels like it’s been a year of years

There’s no joy for hoi polloi
And it seems there are only memes
For evil doers and fomenting brewers
For finger pointers and casket joiners

There’s pitter patter
Next year will be better
Within our homes we hoard plenty of stuff
Yet once in a life is plenty enough