Winter Solstice

It
Appears
That
Again
This
Year
I Won’t
Reach
That
Convenient
Beach
Where,
All
Tasks
Done,
I Can
Lounge
In
The
Sun,
Not
Pursed
By
Creeping
Debt
And
Viral
Disease,
Totally
At
My
Ease.
Ah,
Well,
Life
Is
Hell,
But
I’ll
Take
My
Share,
Carrying
My
Load
Of
Human
Care,
There
Will
Be
Rest
Ahead
Somewhere.