The New Old Year
It blows in with a fresh breeze
Seemingly, old ghosts do freeze
As hope sounds with golden bees
Smiles are captured with one cheese
Sweet sounding songs fill our void
As with new strength we are poised
Old paths are seemingly coiled
For fresh fragrances are boiled
But our old, crude stinking acts
Striding with wrong porous facts
Stains the new year with bad fats
As we slip into old stats
The fresh new year becomes stale
As fresh spirits grow grey pale
When others end we do trail
Waiting on a new year's rail
Copyright © Lord Addo-Yobo | Year Posted 2014
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