A
new year’s song.
Slowly the stars manifest in the sky-
Past year's dreams yet to gain form and
substance.
Still as any, the lady night waits
Till the twelfth-zero hour when the gong
should sound
Announcing yet again a new cycle, a new year-
A new mound of clay for you and I
To wrought as we may.
New promises are thusly made by all they
surround,
The troubles of the past are not my bother,
Besides, the promise of a new future awaits
us;
I neither am minstrel nor bard,
But I know true, a newyears song must be
sang
To bless all endeavors and draw the stars
closer
For in the stars humanity draws all bliss.
A journey's end best tells it's venture and
allore,
The beginning however sets the pace of how
the sojourner
Must the wilderness traverse...
Remember the these words by the sages of
old,
Heed them for they may well be your
salvation.
Without
wax,
Poet.
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