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A year for cheer is finally here

When there should be no need to fear

Another like we lived last year.

The year behind us shall remain

A year of hardship, loss and pain.

We hope its like won’t came again.

The failings of the sorry clown

Who thought that he deserved a crown

Almost brought the country down

The plague this man tried to ignore

Only served to underscore

The need to show him to the door.

Once covid made its dark debut

The germ he’ll someday come to rue

Turned out to be his Waterloo.

But, slow to get the general drift,

And still believing he was stiffed,

He carries on his callow grift.

Intoxicated by his lies

He fails to sense he’s lost the prize,

That coming soon the nation’s eyes

Will all be focused on a man

Who has the know-how and the plan

And no need for a fake orange tan

To do that which he never could

And never could have understood—

To act with honor, and for good.

This man on whom we pin our hopes

Does not associate with dopes

And has no need to learn the ropes.

He’s been here long enough to know

The difference ‘tween friend and foe,

That good acts don’t require a show,

And honesty inspires trust

And that you absolutely must

Be true, be humble and be just.

But for this dream to come to be

He needs the help of you, and me

If we are ever going to see

A return to reality.

Tim Konrad 

December 31, 2020