For the Next Four Years

For the next four years, with fingers crossed, I’ll hope that all the joy we’ve lost We can recover, at a cost That we can all afford. I do not pray, but if I did, I’d ask that somehow we’d be rid Of all the hate that made us skid Right off the deepest end. The days ahead will seem unreal, Yet all the pain and fear we feel Will, hopefully, begin to heal And help our souls to mend.