Another beginning ???

  

 Home ( where the heart lies ? ) – again – to reside within ?,

that solitary place, where only I may live, lose or win ?

Two thousand and twelve has out lived it’s usefulness.

For many, it has left them in quite a mess !
 

 What will two thousand and thirteen bring ?

Will our spirits roar, our souls soar, our hearts sing ?,

or will political arrows fly, unfulfilled promises sting,

will it all come down?, our essence wrapped in a sling ?

  

 Tomorrow, the future is promised to know one.

When all is said and when all is done,

all that is left to us, is the here and now

and with it, we best know how

  

 to make it through the day,

hopefully, the fairy man, we will not have to pay,

 for at least a while longer, so we may stay

and hopefully ( dream on ) make a little hay,

 

 as we – in the days of old – used to say.

As the years keep rolling on,

one finds that youth has gone

and you know that you are getting old

when there is no birth,

only of deaths are you told.

Seldom of mirth

doth one know, just the cold

cruel winds of growing old.

 

 We have been shown

one’s claim, to us it has become unknown

so, like that stone calendar,

that came to us from afar,

what is written in stone

is but some mans interpretation

of what was to happen with every nation.

 

 We have begun a new year !

I wonder how many more will live in fear

of losing all that they hold so dear ?

 

 B. J. “A” 2
January 2^nd 2013