I hope you can overlook the mixed metaphors in this poem about the year nearly behind us. I’m sure I’m not alone in being ready to see it in the rear view mirror. Thanks for coming by to read, and my sincerest Happy New Year!
I say goodbye
To a well-worn year,
A year, a bit frayed at the edges.
A year that barely
Made the cut,
To be tossed in the bin
For the charity shop.
Again, the numbers
Mount so high,
And again, we pay attention,
But only as
A jaded shepherd,
When the boy cries “Wolf!”
We feebly blink,
Acknowledge the fact,
That, yes, we all will die,
Sooner or later.
And then, we shrug,
And go about our business.
Another wave
In a sea of waves.
We bob about, complacent.
For surely,
We will reach the beach,
If sharks don’t eat us first.
I say goodbye
To a ragtag year,
And wish you many more,
But none, like this.
No more, no more.
Our shelves are stocked
Already.
Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew
My poem from Fall 2020 when the President caught the virus. May it stay well away from you. Be Well.
I’m very glad to see the last of 2021. However, I fear that 2022 will just be more of the same.
Live in hope. ❤️Happy New Year Liz!
I’m trying to keep that little flicker of hope alive!
Me too. How has it been going for you? <3
My writing has been going well. Anxiety over the world situation not so well. Thank you for asking.