REFRESHED.

Now here’s a year,
A pure and new one,
Shed of only a few hours
And ready to be flowered however we
Choose to do so.

And with the work of tradition,
And turning of clock ticks,
It is laid out to stick your lips to
And kiss heartily and fill up with all the wishes
You ever started with.

And all the hopes
You coat with best intentions
Can be dressed again
And once more shown the road
A fresh year has blessed.

And out in the crowds
You’ll notice how folks
Are roped hand in hand together
In order to better the weather that may well blow
You off your course

So find the fingers
Of the first fist you can
And cling to them with all the love
You can muster and maybe the bluster
Will pass you by

And with firm ties
And family binds verified,
And your heart upon your sleeve
For any stranger met to see and understand,
You can fall once more into the arms of man.