Wednesday, December 28, 2016

A New Year

Good morning, all. This morning's poem called for deeper channels of thinking than I normally use so, you will have to use deeper powers of reasoning to figure it all out.

Life Such As It Is

A new year is at the dawn
As the old one packs its luggage
Toward that place where the ethereal exists
For the new year is as tangible as a boxer's fists
Before the knockout blow
Or the morning dew and valley mist
That settles the earth below
Or  new love's first kiss
One is anticipatory
And the other will not be missed.

Keep busy doing good and step on toward your destiny; you will persevere if you faint not.

Chopping My Row While 'Tis Day,
Alma L. Jones
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