There are places asunder,
Too many apart.
Where all ask for second chances,
But get only a first start.
By bringing the boiling simmer,
Off to cool.
Do we realize there is more,
Than these disheartening fools.
I bare no notice to any seismic smarts,
Being more than simple peasantry.
Is it not worth more the restart?
This circle of unending days,
Lashing till they perspire.
Hope like the light,
Gone out with the fire.
No more recession of self,
No more desire.
Council closed,
This the taunting of what a new year brings.
Questions,
Memories.
Let the New Year sing.