Only a year
like this,
could there
be an ending
more apropos;
the swelling
music,
a crescendo,
cymbals clash,
lovers embracing
amid a
swirling sea
of people,
as the
credits start to roll
on the year
that was 2021.
But no,
the after
credits scene is
all spoilers,
there was no
embrace,
there was no
sea of people;
it’s the Statute
of Liberty,
protruding
from the sandy
beaches of
the old world.
“You blew it
up! Ah, damn you!
God damn you
all to hell!”
Is what we
all shout in unison,
from our
windows, through
our still
masked faces.
Because this
year, while deserving
a Hollywood
ending, won’t get it.
It’s just
another long year,
full of
tribulations and trials
of the soul.
Souls weary
from the experience,
and unsure
of the wisdom they
may have
received.
That popular
band did the theme
song, but no
one really will remember it,
it’s no View
to a Kill or Skyfall or
Goldfinger,
or other Bond song,
even though
we’ve been living
through a
very Bond Villain type year.
A virus
unleashed upon the world,
and the only
cure is total world
domination,
sounds like a very
bad Bond
movie if you ask me.
I mean the
implications of actually
taking over
the world seems far too…
daunting.
Like, even
local, suburban or rural governments,
can hardly
keep 40 people in a state of
agreement, how
would a super villain
get like,
even three people to agree to
his demands.
Like, what
if all the virus deniers just
shrugged at
the villain’s plan?
What would the
villain do?
Just like,
give up and return to
his volcanic
lair? Sure.
2021 was a
challenge for all of us,
a year of
recovery has merely been
another year
of surviving, of making
it. Which I
can only hope will provide
us with the
character and perseverance to
recognize we
are the keys to our own
success and
the grievances and grudges
of the past
can fade.
We can all
leave the theater in
agreement
and say in one clear voice,
“That movie was terrible.”
Happy New
Years dear friends.
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