With five days left in 2020, I’m in the looking-back reflective mode. Took a peek what I wrote
close to this time last year and found my new words to Good King Wenceslas. And I’m happy
to report, my hopes expressed there were mostly realized. Of course, I never could have
foreseen—none of us could— what helped turned the tide and at what enormous cost. But
the plain fact is that enough of a majority indeed spoke “We won’t take it anymore” with their
vote and there was unquestionably an enlargement of vision. May it continue.
1) Goodkin once loved Santa Claus,
Loved his jolly spirit.
Pledged that this would be his cause,
To help bring others near it.
Now that feels a good league hence,
Far from generous giving.
Living with Trump and Mike Pence,
(If you can call that liv—ing.)
2) Goodkin went once and looked out,
As the year was turning.
Looking back he heard the shouts,
‘Midst flooding and the burn-ing.
“We won’t take it any more!
The ignoring and denying.
Disdain for the victimed poor
Deafness to kids cry-ing.”
3) In the tyrant’s steps some trod
Bringing down democracy
Like peas sheltered in a pod
Hiding in hypocrisy.
Therefore all good folks unite
Wealth or rank possessing
Let us join in the good fight
Bring healing and some bless—ing.
4) Those who now can sing this song.
With these words can read it.
Let’s pledge now it won’t take long
Before we start to heed it.
5) May truth and love be our reward,
And small things feel like plenty.
May our vision be restored
Return to 20/20.