Resolutions fall like confetti in the first act, As the bride walks on, not caring to step on this Or that one; the pews empty, one by one, back To whence they came, a normal born of temporal bliss The remote control brings banners and warnings in: Beware the Greek alphabet may just not suffice! Get the jab, the jab, the jab... hearts beating Poised one against the other lest humanity survive Punches get thrown where confetti stood before Covid, jab, covid, covid, fun now turns to war Tears now turned to phlegm hurled from tours Only vaxxed can access, but there yet was more Beyond the banners, and warnings, and dying confetti Came one crying in the wilderness, vaxxed or not, But bearing a promise that the bride's heel tip Going into the new year may have crushed, or not; Echoes of generations past like Urquelle to Urkel, Old words made new with meanings I never knew With the gentility of that loving single uncle, The words in my ears were morning sun, gentle dew But dew is never wasted as roots push even deeper Green gets even greener, love grows even stronger. Working from home gets even drearier, days longer But the words remain louder, daily louder larger Foundation stones become lintels, pillars towering Over the statue of my entrenched ego, saying "Let go". Do I deserve the 3-65 days you're offering? I feel the hammers chip away at what's refusing to grow: In the 2nd year Anno Coronaviri, when AD was written CE, A bearded man picked up one of my confetti, and Not knowing me, prayed me into keeping 1st Jan promises, Amidst despair at desecrations gripping the land. But they weren't his words. They were His Word. Day by day, chipping away, like covid at my tubes But this time making something new from me bored Making me see the Lion crouched behind the cub, Making me be the cub ready to let Him face 2022 (c) nyonglema
Adieu 2013, you served me well:
You made me laugh, cry, frown, want to die,
Long to live longer, get bored, hunger for action,
Get into excess euphoria, feel melancholy,
Love, hate, rave about that abominable colleague,
Praise another, glorify the Lord,
Fall prey to the Fallen, rise again to walk,
Despair, and be rejuvenated, Hope for a better future,
Relax, become a workaholic, mess up my tasks,
Get all answers right, Feel stupid, feel like Euclid,
Feel unique, Feel wanted, Feel loved, Feel useless
Feel sore, Wish for the sun, Feel care
Feel bare, Paranoid at each sound, each sight
Then feel strong, ready to take on each fright.
Adieu 2013, you served me well;
I regret not the good, nor the bad nor the ugly
For each second was a building block to who I am,
And who I shall become in 2014.
Adieu 2013, welcome 2014.