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New Year's Eve
by Steve Michaelsthe new year approaches with
impetuous glee
what will become of me?
days march on like
spiders treading toward
unprotected skin
each time I blink
a new year begins
I would shed the road
I tread
if I had the go- ahead
regrets?
I've had my share
this new year
one more albatross
to bear 12/31/2010 Posted on 01/01/2011
Copyright © 2024 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/01/11 at 04:15 AM Without wine the whole world sucks. But you have a daughter and that should be worth something! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/01/11 at 06:29 PM From start to finsh, I hear you/ Excellent. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/01/11 at 09:07 PM A short but well stated piece I'm sure we all can relate to. Excellent (powerful) close off also in that last stanza. Glad I had the opportunity to read it. Continued success with your writing in 2011 Michael. |
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