January 02, 2009
Happy New Year: An Honest Poem
In the cradle of the day
Squalling, bloody, weak and cold.
Weaned on error and dismay
New Year born of dying old.
People shout and scream with hope.
Pain-bright rockets burst up high.
Am I such a misanthrope
That all this seems a pointless lie?
It's better just to drink and dance,
and dance, and drink, and dance once more
Than it is to stop and think
Knowing you've been here before.
The promises you meant to keep.
Good deeds you said that you would do.
But at year's end you have to weep.
You failed. You failed. You failed. Who knew?
I tell myself it could be real,
that gestures might have meaning when
Used correctly. But here's MY deal:
I promise to do better in 2010.
Posted by daen at January 2, 2009 04:58 AM
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