A new year treads in potpourri garments
Carrying the indefensible taste of the aftershave
On the collar around the neck of promises
Traced as the souvenir of maroon lipstick
From a love affair that has gone astray
To the predator inquisitor arm of time
And while people converge with the wonder eyes
The fading glories of this eves solution
Elude the ghost in the unkempt wardrobe
Like the broken bottles that litters the floor
When the New Year comes with the hangover of old
The message is always the same -
We repeat what is ours to blame
All New Years Eves
Is just an inch of rope to meet the sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why do we do this to ourselves as the saying goes were are only human...this is a meaningful and thoughtful write...10+++