What do you remember now its 2020 December

WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER NOW ITS 2020 DECEMBER ?

By Shreefal Mehta. 29 Mar 2020

To hear this read out: https://youtu.be/dr4mosoVhPY

What do you remember

Now its 2020 December

In your elbow the sneeze

Or at home the squeeze

The employers who dropped

Or the workers who walked

The ex-President whose cluelessness we bore

Or the PM of a billion point four

What do you remember

Now its 2020 December

The fear that made you lock and load

Or was it joy that made you stock and hoard?

The time you had to rejuvenate

Or season thirty episode eight?

Recall what you did that awoke the inner hero

It’s little things that add up much more than zero

New habits that stayed the test of time

Or nooks and corners in this room of mine

Regular connections to distant family and friends

New understandings not just more viral trends

Do you remember the doctor or nurse

Police, Teachers, our workers diverse?

Or the fear now abated

Again we take them for granted?

Did we learn to give up some freedoms

Recognize our communities are our selfdoms

What we gave up

With love we made up

What do you want to remember

Now its 2020 December?

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