Grammour Boy
Rebel
A New Year
by Grammour Boy
It seems like yesterday
This year began, yet
Here we are at its end.
Now another year beckons us anew
To, perhaps, a better tomorrow.
But who knew?
So let's say a prayer for the departed
And the sick, and the weak and the defeated.
As another year quickly approaches,
Bringing with it lots pain and
Suffering and, perhaps
A little bit of joy and happiness.
Let us be grateful for what we have become.
However, let's not be lost in the minutiae.
May we enjoy this coming year as
If it were the very last year of our lives.
by Grammour Boy
It seems like yesterday
This year began, yet
Here we are at its end.
Now another year beckons us anew
To, perhaps, a better tomorrow.
But who knew?
So let's say a prayer for the departed
And the sick, and the weak and the defeated.
As another year quickly approaches,
Bringing with it lots pain and
Suffering and, perhaps
A little bit of joy and happiness.
Let us be grateful for what we have become.
However, let's not be lost in the minutiae.
May we enjoy this coming year as
If it were the very last year of our lives.
