Excitement spread when the old year ended
new hopes and dreams of the big ‘oh eight’,
the past brushed off – my angst I surrendered
convinced the New Year would be ornate.
Bright eyed I anticipated my future
couldn’t wait for good fortune to begin
just knowing oh eight would be super-doper
What a fool! - I look back and now I can grin.
Why – did I think fortuity would strike?
Why – did I think luck should come along?
my fate didn’t change – it returned just to bite
I relied on the New Year - oh boy was I wrong.
I burdened the New Year to bring serenity
expected it to keep my demons away
but to better life is my own responsibility
to arrange my cards as they’d been dealt to play.
Euphoria’s left as I realize quickly
nothing has altered, it just gained of age.
I look at my past and it’s telling me frankly
a New Year is just another calendar page.
hugs
Fee
I think a very profound lesson for us all.
We all have Pooh thoughts and hopes, acting like the bouncey excited Tigger, within a week, we become Eyore once more...
stay safe
Ron
expected it to keep my demons away
but to better life is my own responsibility
to arrange my cards as they’d been dealt to play
There is wisdom in your verses, Rebecca. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and best wishes,
Regis
luv,
et
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
well done...
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Yes you said it another day flying in the wind
to meet the past, yet the future still looks bleek
Until it becomes the "now"
Peace & love be with you
William