Monday, January 3, 2011


So begins another year,
it appears,
of too much work and
not enough sleep.

Struggling to pay what you owe
before someone comes
and takes what's
yours away.

In the meantime, your kids grow
you age irreversibly,
and your life...well,

all that potential.

1 comment:

  1. Yes, I know the feeling - we spent New Year's Eve listening to old LPs, and I wrote this as the first of my River of Small Stones posts:

    The innocent clarity of 'Petite fleur'
    And I am fourteen again
    My future still to come


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