Once again I am being burned up with those strange, divergent emotions both applauding the new year and weeping the old year as it quietly disappears and the new one begins.
2025, you’re thru!
You kept me sidelined and feeling blue
Get outta here, go on now, shoo!
Out with the old, in with the new
For several months I could not run
Dark clouds always seemed to block out the sun
No running, no breaks, no luck, no fun
You’re cold and cruel, you rotten one
You brought me pain and misery
Why, oh why did that car strike me?
Please Lord, please, fix my knee
Give me hope, set me free
Yet…
Turn
Turn!
Turn old year!!
Turn old year before you go!!
It’ll get better, it’s got to, I just know
You can’t stay locked away in that gloomy haze
Forever trapped in sad condemning yesterdays
With help from George, Louise, Bob and Brad
My knee slowly began to heal
By mid July, it wasn’t so bad
In September my confidence was real
I am exiting 2025
Feeling very much alive
Running strong, in full flight
2026 is looking bright
Arrrg. It’s no good. In fact, it stinks.
Let’s just forget I ever wrote this piece of shit poem and jam with the Kinks…
Better Things
Here's hoping all the days ahead
Won't be as bitter as the ones behind you
Be an optimist instead
And somehow happiness will find you
Forget what happened yesterday
I know that better things are on the way
It's really good to see you rocking out
And having fun
Living like you've just begun
Accept your life and what it brings
I hope tomorrow you'll find better things
I know tomorrow you'll find better things
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