As abandoned as my lonely heart,
I strolled the dull autumn grass,
Along the barbed wire fence,
That cuts her vast chest apart.
Gazing, into this small window of time,
I see stories unfold on crisp pages,
I see beauty in this window of mine,
Butterflies escaping cocoon cages,
Bright eyed wings uncurl all in a flutter,
on the branch of the tree with the green leaf
Browning, drifting, crinkling, joining clutter.
Dear window, in mind’s eye, such a brief
journey, to glimpse a faraway place
I know not when I shall see once again,
or feel the cold pinch, the hot slither lace
down to the fingers, wrapped around a pen;
In need I am of the window I see,
That gathers dust and is locked with a key.
It’s New Year’s Day, and true to say, the whole world is full of hope,
everyone thinking of the year ahead, and how we’re going to cope.
We know there’ll be for each of us, events, some good some bad,
but we can’t change the future, will we be happy or will we be sad.
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