on the first day of this new year
as the firecrackers mark the end
there will be goodbyes
but there will be more hellos still to come
some chains will be missing
i will be breaking some links
and reconnect with the untried ones
as i dropp some hot potatoes
i shall also select new herbs and spices
flavors of my year
rosemary, not thyme
new colors to love
brighter oranges, scarlet wines
new hair to sport
another softer brushes for my teeth
dimmer lights perhaps
and perfumed pillows
more love and less
talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem