Hindsight is 2020
Digital smiles on silent faces
Digital pics of far off places.
Cancelled trips, no runs abroad.
Silent roads, where once bikes roared.
That was then. This is now.
But we'll ride again, somewhere, somehow.
Hindsight is the slippery slope.
We'll ride again. There's always hope!
Looking back, in black and white.
The future's there, just out of sight.
We've really, really, missed these things.
Tlime again to spread our wings
Don't need to wallow, mourn the past.
This dreadful year just won't last.
So do your worst, I'm sure we'll cope.
And ride again, there's always hope?
Metal gleams and tyres wait,
For don't care when – just set a date.
Bike's not meant to be inside
But 2020's spoilt the ride.
Digital photos put away,
I'll add some more, one future day.
So I'll look forward, refuse to mope.
I'll ride again.
There's always hope!