A ball drops on yesteryear
Nothing fits right
Nothing feels right
Nothing rings right
No move should be for what is wrong
But at times there is no right
What to do
What to do
Its all in tatters
Shards strewn about
A minefield of possibilities
A vacuum sucking one in
May hope be eternal
Yet be paid in the here and now
A wall has been hit
The dangled rope falling short
A turkey gloomily waves
A bell jingles a wave of melancholia
A ball drops on yesteryear
What to do?
Nothing fits right
Nothing feels right
Nothing rings right
Tick tock
Father time is ringing the bell
Saturn is eating one whole
Yesteryear is on the doorstep
Enter and walk through that door
The step is there to be taken
Staring up at the Florence Sky
Categories: current events, identity, poetry, Psychology, The Seasons
Interesting. This sounds very much like me at this time last year. I hope the path you find yourself on this year brings you solace!
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You are such a reflective person! I guess and hope this means you evaluate (possibly with one of those pro/con balance sheets) your current position and desires. You probably also set goals but I hope you also leave yourself open to new and unplanned opportunities. In hindsight I have found that the best things that came along in my life were by-and-large unexpected.
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PS I do enjoy your poems and most of your photos (when I can figure out what they are!)
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