Poem Number 81 - A New Year - 1/1/1985

This is the start of a new year, for all of us,

This year, is so special for me,

As it is the year I can stand so tall,

Not like what I was last year, looking so small.

I’ve heard from the years of last,

And I’ll always look back at my: up and down past.

From here on in, I’ll look after myself,

And not leave myself sitting on the shelf.

As I am a man, a man I should be,

Not making my decision on my own,

But listening to others and clearly hear,

Not knowing that I have, so grown.

Maybe I need to educate myself,

In every possible way, in what I want, in my life.

Will anyone answer what I want to question?

Will they become my friend, without hesitation?

There’s only one person, whom I know,

Can answer all of that.

And we know who that is!!!!!

Me.             Me.                Me.

This coming eventful year to follow,

I’ll try not to beg, buy or borrow.

If I do, I’ll just cause more time wastage,

And will never reach the limits of my first imaginary life.

Words are spoken, so fast,

As we hear the bells chime.

With a man, who’s life has gone to part,

Do we hear him cry,” have you got a dime?”

Rushed in quietness that freshens all thoughts,

In such a unique way, so no one else should know.

As the liquid flows from the write able pen,

Till he looks out, towards the wall clock that shows the hour of ten.

He as it been so long, that there wasn’t any sleep?
Does he still feel strong enough, to carry on with the day?