Forgotten
With the changing of seasons,
And the transition into a new year,
It seems we have forgotten.
Although, through no fault of our own,
Sickness and health have brought a new meaning,
To what we have once perceived as normal.
It seems we have forgotten,
The sounds of crowds gathering,
The pleasures of friends chattering.
The sweet voices of children playing,
The slamming of school doors and the opening of minds,
It seems we have forgotten.
The thrill of live voices on a stage,
The joy of entering amusement play areas,
The clattering of silverware at the family dinner table.
It seems we have forgotten,
The ease of hearing someone's voice without a face covering,
Our time deemed once as "normal".
It seems we have forgotten,
Although through no fault of our own,
How to live in this new, strange world of inconsistencies.
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