End of 20

At day’s beginning,
The earth is winning.
By end of year,
It’s dragging up the rear.

Hopes and wishes;
Gargled dirty dishes;
Laundry strewn about;
Neighbors falling out

Of fashion.
Our true colors clashing.
With new meaning,
These thoughts are beaming.

Hindsight twenty.
Birthright finds plenty
Of detours in the wake.
Set on 365 to bake.

Let the dogs have it.

I gave my best
In this placebo test.
Now resigned.
Choices mined.

Walk forward, imperfect.
Don’t fall behind.
Another hope.
Another lesson.

Piss up a rope
And keep them guessing.


12/31/20