A New Years Conclusion
To my eye like moths, below to theirs a flame
Scavengers, circling around my head
It seems to them, that prey
I am dying but, to their liking not quite quick enough
So on blackened wings they fly and contemplate
From thoughts underlying to tiring cloudy skies above
Thus, His holy hands still hold my fate
And what of, the affects of charity's love
That awaits where a new year shapes
Might life's dark cloth unveil the whiten doves
Allow the hapless to escape both time and change
As they shadows of conclusion do dsescend all I can say is... "I think not"
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