David C Probst

New Year's Eve

Waves washing rocks of sore memories in futile replication
Rendering them more slippery with each lapping.
Church bells proclaiming the festive season
Irrespective of wordly misery and woe.
People pretending affinities through useless gifts
Regardless of the recipient's real needs.
An extorted air of peace and harmony sweeps the dirty streets
Pulling masks of frozen smiles over teary eyes.

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