The End of the Road
subtitled: Bye-Bye, 2016
With a sigh, bye-bye, two-thousand sixteen
thanks for precious treasure born of my genes,
two brand-new babies which God anointed.
With a sigh, bye-bye, two-thousand sixteen
Oh me! Oh my! two-thousand sixteen
Some common displeasure, the pain was mean,
two broken bones and a hip disjointed.
Oh me! Oh my! two-thousand sixteen
Why should I cry? two-thousand sixteen
Wonder what is coming, new on the scene?
Some grief, some fame, or the end of my road?
Why should I cry? two-thousand sixteen
Yo! Hello, two-thousand seventeen
Carpe diem, New Year, by sight unseen
with belief, not blame, as my fate downloads.
Yo! Hello, two-thousand seventeen
**written January 13, 2017 (good luck Friday)
for contest: The End of the Road
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017
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