Wednesday, January 2, 2008

the old year's farewell (un poem)

You celebrate my demise
by dancing in the streets
but I do not begrudge you...

My burden must have grown heavy
for you to sigh in such profound relief
as it slipped silently off your shoulders...

So now you are standing
at the head of my successor
and behold a virgin path
yet to be trod upon.

What will your first step be?

(vsd 1/1/08)

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