NEWYEARSEVE

NEWYEARSEVE

That day I had no wood
To touch
To keep sore thoughts at bay;
No ladder to avoid
Or leave
Tough luck beneath in case it fell.

That day I had to stem
The fall
Of man into his own indulgence,
And shepherd what flock
Remained
Out of despair’s good fortune.

That night I had to face
The first
Day of my tribe’s responsibilities,
And announce to the world
The last
One of my predecessor’s reign.

That night we all had to feel
The cruel
Fate of chance upon us,
Although the caretakers and practitioners
Of change
Told us it was the way they wished to go.