Some people say we’re on the brink
Of pre-pandemic life; I think
It might be true, but swim or sink,
It’s not that way for me.
For all the fears that I can link,
From ones that simply make me blink
To others leading to a shrink,
Still weigh so heavily.
Some day our glasses we will clink
In restaurants, indoors, and drink
To future days, all rosy pink,
But when? Let’s wait and see...
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