The march of time is relentless
In the unending pursuit of tomorrow
Ne'r so much as a backwards glance
Nor thoughts of unabandoned sorrow

The hours to weeks that became a year
House arrest for the majority at best
No time to kill for a pandemic that will
In the science our trust we invest

Time surely can be but an enemy
Insufficient for all that we need
But it can also lend its friendship's hand
And of those precious moments we feed

A year gone by and hopes may fade
Never-ending is this curse we face
But there ahead! that chink of light
And to a future we dare to embrace