Woeful Year
Farewell, thou woeful year,
Of your woes I got my full share
And grieved my heart in pain and care
But now, of your days, I have spend the last
That onwards you be known my past
As I, with glee, set my back upon your sight
And look ahead on tomorrow’s year
With the last shred of my bartered hope
It was indeed in vain
That we labored and toiled
As we strove to climb the ever-rising mountain
And, in hope of some paltry prize
Raced in pursuit of howling gales,
Or vainly still, upon a rained day
Mopped the sodden floors of roofless huts
Till our bloody-sweat did stream
The valleys of this our cursed land
As we wailed our somber song of woe
In sighed notes and groaned tones!
And for dance our flimsy starved selves
Did sway and limb in the wind,
Cracking our horned hands
In applause to our fated doom!
But farewell then, woeful year
It is here that we do apart:
You to the tales of a past,
And me to the beckoning of a future
Farewell indeed,
Year of my woes!
Copyright © Blessing Mwoyongewenyu | Year Posted 2013
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