Welcome 2019

Joyously but pointlessly, we shout that one year's over,
And a new one has begun. We drink our shares,
And then we go to bed, and, when the light returns,
We find the air outside still freezing cold, a nitwit
In the White House, people pawing through
The trash in search of things to eat or sell,
And, almost everywhere, the lifeless bodies, pools
Of blood, produced by warring tribes. The time's
Received another number. Nothing else has changed.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-01 at 13:59

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very well observed, Larry. Members of Coo & Co are particularly keen on 'nitwit'! We wish you All Good Things for 2019 :>)

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Our constant is in dire need of change. Let’s hope that at the beginning of this curious 365 day cycle, we see,during it, the change needed. “May you live in interesting times, Larry”