Fresh Year, Rash Wear Poem by John Sensele

Fresh year, fresh resolutions, same challenges
Creep up, keep rearing their heads, sweep the same old corners
Clean, only for new grime to climb onboard, to pop lozenges
To cure coughs, to lure laughs and to endure blues of conveners.

Fresh year, clear thoughts, emaciated implementation
Dog days, weeks and months; lads fall into the same traps
Cheat their minds, beat their chests and improvisation
Achieves next to zero despite bling and colourful wraps.

Fresh year, fresh success, same tricks
Days cry, months dry, weeks ply their trade
As they mark time and pour mortar into life's bricks
To build and shield walls, vessels and award a lad a grade.

Fresh year, new dreams, new flavours
For ice creams, for a new fling, for a new one night stand
Taken for a ride and to left heartbroken and forsaken, attempting new endeavours
To salvage her Facebook page littered with rage in her romance land.