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The Grief of 2020

It's grief, they say, this anxious ache,
You miss the things you used to take
For granted.

Kids at school, recess at play.
You in the office, day after day.
Barbecues, weddings, party tents.
The world when it used to make sense.

The new world has too many rules.
Stay at home; don't go to school.
Social distance, mask your face;
Pray for mercy and a little grace.
Miss the hugs, the getting and giving.
Keep your old among the living.

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