LAST YEAR’S DAY
I watch the merriment through sleepy eyes,
Crowds gathered underneath a diamond sphere.
As fireworks blaze in velvet skies,
A joyous throng sings praise to the new year.
Old follies left behind, they sing instead
Of wisdom gained through time and revelation.
All eyes fixed on the joys that lie ahead,
And opportunities at reparation.
Yet at the gala’s end all that remains
Are visions of grey sky and fresh-turned earth.
My ears remember requiem refrains;
No thoughts of sweet redemption or rebirth.
For this day at death’s harrowing behest
We laid you (just eighteen) to your last rest.