Every year is a constant
change of usually
nothing much at all.
We get older, gain a
few more pounds,
get a little grayer
around the ears.
Life goes on.
We make resolutions
we never keep, but
at least we sometimes
try. Always looking to
change our lives as we
steadily move through life
Like high thin clouds
on a summer day.
But the clouds grew
thick and black this
year in unsettled
and violent ways.
The world lived in the
shadows of a quick
and deadly fog. We hid
from the outside world.
The fabric of our daily
lives was ripped from
beneath our clumsy feet.
We became prisoners
and enemies in an
unseen war that had
festered deep in this
country for years.
In the midst of all this anguish,
I lost my one true love.
It seemed everyone
was losing hope in this
dark and hateful year.
I closed my eyes the best
I could and finally
learned how to cry.
Days and weeks
blurred into months
of hiding from the
constant rage.
Angry politicians
scorned each other.
Divided we all fell.
Truth became a martyr.
November came as
anticipated. Little red
stickers popped up on
our lapels. There were
winners and deniers,
my faith was destroyed,
as my mother sadly
faded from this earth.
It seems we all have
lost so much, it's hard
to assess all the pain.
It is said we're never
given more than we
can handle, but I don't
know how much of
that is really true.
As we raise our glasses
to all we've lost this
year,we soon realize
how full our glasses
have become.
Let us say a toast
to a better world and
raise a glass for a
Happy New Year.
The End
