Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel any
And kept daydreaming of the days I could
And went down the memory lane
Only to recall those 2019 glory days;

2020 hasn’t been that lovely, or even as fair,
Or perhaps we should say it just doesn’t glow,
Because some weird virus is in the air;
And now when I think fondly of all the years before,
when we could carelessly walk out of our doors.

And even though all my years look quite the same
This one has been specially disgusting, in every single way.
Oh, and I thought 2019 was lame!
I think of all the worse years to come now,
But I think 2020 will still take the cake.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I sat at home while staring at the ceiling,
And that has made all the difference.