Dear 2021

• Matilda Webster, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2020

Dear 2021, I don't think we're gonna have fun.
All the children are dying, not a single bird is flying.
Diseases going around, no cure to be found.
Coughing from the young, spreading to your lungs.
Are we going to survive, until 2045.
Everyone making jokes, with their fellow folks.
But this is serious, everyone is still curious.
Adults protecting their kids, we cant do anymore sins.
Don't be lazy, but don't go crazy.
Is this the end of 2021.
Is this the end of all our fun.