New Year 2015
The dawn of a New Year
Another time to meet head on,
Is this a good omen or do I fear
Now my youth has long gone,
Ablaze within the power shone.
Yet I see a light bestirring
Amongst the doom and gloom,
Freedom of one’s pen columnist averring
When of weaving the literary loom,
Idealistic sweeps the new broom.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2015
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