When the New Year Comes
Are you ready to let the old one go?
Will all your old troubles
And woes be cleansed by the snow?
Remember lost summers, fading
Into myths, dreams, something or other
Intangible, imprecise, incomplete
As you and your memory get older
Tuesday, 30 December 2014
Sunday, 14 December 2014
Pathetic Progress
There's much too much to be done
For this train to be stalled
By inexplicable tardiness
Or overriding safety concerns
There's much too much to be done
At the termination of this journey
For minor delays, beyond control,
Of impatient passengers
There's much too much to be done
Before the day dies, as it must
But the same can't be said for
Demands that push on
For this train to be stalled
By inexplicable tardiness
Or overriding safety concerns
There's much too much to be done
At the termination of this journey
For minor delays, beyond control,
Of impatient passengers
There's much too much to be done
Before the day dies, as it must
But the same can't be said for
Demands that push on
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