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