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I’m pretty sure that for the rest of our lives, we will remember everything as having happened either before or after COVID. The year 2020 has changed everything, both large and small. It’s been a time of unparalleled sickness, in both body and mind. And so I’d like to propose that opticians find a new word or number for describing perfect vision. From now on, the term 2020 should refer to an absolute absence of insight, hindsight and foresight.
We can’t seem to agree on whether masks increase or decrease the spread of the virus. Neither is there a consensus regarding the origins of the pandemic — a lab in China, a cell tower in Wales, an evil pedophile plot. Whether this is part Bill Gates’s master plan for world domination or a stroke of genius from Netflix to drive ratings, we may never know.
But one thing’s for sure, we’re all going to be a whole lot happier looking at the year 2020 through the lens of a rear view mirror. On that note, I happily offer this poetic retrospective on a year we’d rather forget but certainly never will.
20/20 Hindsight
T’was Friday the 13th, in the year 2020
The threshold of spring, and it’s not even funny
The germs were arriving from windward and lee
And guns could not stop them, nor vitamin C
Infectious, invisible, into your tissues
Then face mask behavior eclipsed other issues
Was it worse than the flu? Or as bad as an ouchie?
Nobody knew, so we asked Dr. Fauci
Who argued explicitly, begging for distance
To flatten the curve and preserve our existence
To cease and desist with the shaking of hands
So turn up the Netflix and cancel your plans
Suspicions were cast on a Chinese mutation
And measures were taken to stop immigration
With a wall on the border to head off the tide
But suddenly everyone’s locked up inside
And stockpiling certain protective equipment
For rolls of TP, please await the next shipment
Week after week, our endurance was taxed
So starting in summer we all just relaxed
The virus, as promised, was going away
But everywhere someone had something to say
Some claimed that COVID would not disappear
But conspiracies offered us new things to fear
Mind control, perverts and pizza-gate cronies
Newscasters, fact checkers, spewing baloney
The savior determined to make our land great
Would be thwarted by trolls from a very Deep State
It seemed as if nothing we heard could be true
Unless we subscribed to the channel of Q
And then came November, the casting of ballots
And long overdue to be cleansing our palates
A sense of astringency still in our mouth
Served up from Square States and out of the South
But even when numbers appear to be certain
It’s harder than ever to lower the curtain
20/20, it used to mean eyesight that’s flawless
But this year, in hindsight, will always appall us
Still our resistance should not be discounted
Regardless of how many cases are counted
No matter on which side you choose to be seated
We all can declare that we’ve not been defeated
Panegyrical postscript
Those of us who can still look back and laugh can also be grateful for having survived a year in which so many millions of others did not. As we make light of toilet paper shortages and politicized paranoia, let’s also remember those on the front lines, those who’ve lost jobs, businesses and loved ones, as well as those who lost their lives. And let’s hope and pray for a better ’21.
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