Good Will

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.