What Shall The New Year Bring? Poem by RIC BASTASA

oh, i don't mind anymore
even if not minded, they always bring
what they want to bring anyway,

what command have we for the days
that sometimes bring us
all the grapes of wrath?
those apples of discord?
those serpents that multiply their
heads and fork their tongues?

shall we pretend that all the days
are feasts?
and that all those hours shall bring
us pleasures on food, and the
smiles of health?

let us simply be what these days
give us, whatever, we must accept,
no grudges, no complaint whatsoever
for ours is just to obey
and bow and worship what is given.