Another Poem by Charles Lara

Another



The first day
of a new year
begins with the
last song
of the old year
and the youth
scream in glee
and the aged mumble
in their sleep
and the children
try not to read
the hands of time
and the dreamers
make big plans
and the poor ignore
the countdown
as the calendar
becomes the casualty
to the celebration
of their imminent demise
while rolling out freedom

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