Sunday, January 3, 2016

A New Year’s Poem


By Joe Cunningham


What is this time, 
The galaxy has deemed
To tell us all to stop
And dream about 300 some-odd days gone by,
And 300 something after?
After jotting down several lines

To better myself

To try
To make the things I want come about somehow
Not unlike any other day
I wonder:

What makes this time so different?

I thought a lot about the year:
The things I did,
The failures,
How far I’ve come;
It appears to me

It is both monumental and not
To stop and think
To assess one’s lot
And somehow be, in 365 days, better.

I dismiss the argument altogether.

Absolving no day, henceforth - in truth, I command:
Dear God help me be a better man.

7 comments:

  1. Wonderful poem,Joe. I will post because I believe others will reflect upon the meaning of your words just as I have.

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  2. Wonderful poem,Joe. I will post because I believe others will reflect upon the meaning of your words just as I have.

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  3. Enrique likes this. Keep them coming!

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