New Year
just a different
day
pain doesn’t up
and go away
whatever the struggle
it’s within
numb to most things
the heart hardens
harder to break
work the next day
and it’s just a job
less you love it
and the children laugh
and play
and the only ones
who really pay attention
are the old and gray
or the “no cures”
and the grass isn’t green
like when the stone was planted
and something happened
to that someone
for it to be that bad
and the wash is waiting
order up
“out with the old”
and it’s never new
was it all for naught
or did Thou
love Thee
deepest
in the dark
TL