I start this year with something that was not mine

My Thursday Morning Prayer The words have been the poem, and a good poem should fill you It can offer consolation and comfort in your time of need Lift your pens, you upcoming poets, Write to, your heart contents let your words, be a conversation topic, be the closing of the graduation speech, because rhythmic language thrives, please! allow the poems to speak for themselves. I have started this year with something that wasn’t mine Forgiveness will be mine, in due time A selfish crab got what he deserved Something short of happiness, What a surprising merger for a starter! some guilty pleasures can ruin lives I will cease these feelings, I will adhere to To this new me: I will continue to buy myself flowers No more crying in the rain for me. My tear drops will cease, no more cheating.