Pandemic Ponderings

My hope for this year
Is that it will not follow suit and disappear 
I watch as the same patterns unfold 
And before I know it, I'm thirty-one years old
My birthday cake brings some much needed cheer 
But my candles are blown out by pandemic fear
Connecting with no-one 
Has left us undone 
So we focus on what we can control 
The happiness that is our daily stroll.