A New Year

Just a passing reflection

The New Year

 

The year just passed is a good place to bury

all my failures and regrets.

I'm tossing them all in a far away cemetery,

under headstones that time forgets.

 

I want the weeds to choke my disappointments 

and lock them in graves neglected.

And shovel all my bitterness deep in the earth,

covered, and forever rejected.

Author's Note

it doesn't feel right but will visit it again, maybe next year.

Reviews

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hope you keep your word.
there's something impressive in here.

[ksreetz]

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