[Danial Beard]

The Day After

T’was the day after Christmas, and all through the town
The last of the merriment was still winding down

The wrappings and bows so delightful to see
Were now all just part of the pile of debris

The dumpsters were full and batteries spent
And those who had come, hauled off and went

Abandoned on the floor, the fancy new toy
Children play with the boxes and squeal with joy.

Another nights sleeplessness is a safe bet
About dealing with staggering credit card debt.

It was so much fun putting up all the lights
Now we dread their removal in a dozen more nights

The cookies and candy that made all the rounds
Have relentlessly become fifteen extra pounds

The heirloom ornaments made of fine glass
Have finally succumbed to the swats of the cats

The TV news is all jazzed up and abuzz
Telling us all about the old year that was.

Can’t say I’m interested, I really don’t care
The only thing I’ll be missing is the rest of my hair.

Upcoming New Year parties are beckoning
Doomed then also to the post-party reckoning

Me, I’ll be happy to go to bed around eight
The morning after ain’t worth the staying up late

There’s a lot of other folks, I’d venture to say
Will likely admit they feel the same way.

And may the coming New Year nail you good …
Right where it’ll bless both you and your brood.

Bah! Humbug!

(Harrumph!)

 

[Danial Beard]

And on a more useful note …

2023 >>>=————–=> 2024

So the old year is gone
out the window I guess
And leaving behind it
the typical mess

The sins are committed
and the debris stacked deep
And scattered throughout —
vows yet to keep

There are chores left undone,
tasks neatly forgotten
Some deals that worked,
more that turned rotten

A lot of milk spilled
but I didn’t keep score
It’s inevitable perhaps
There will always be more.

Everyone is rushing
like it’s some kind of race
And it’s horribly clear
in the fear on their face.

The worry lines carved
deep in their brow
As if it all mattered
was important somehow.

But if that’s how you see it
how it relates
you’ll end up doomed
by the aces and eights.

See, it’s not about how fast
or even how far
that defines the truth
about who we are.

It’s not about the critter
his size or his speed
nor the tack and the gear
we’re all sure we need.

Not about the plans
nor the schedules to keep
Not about the networks
nor the deals you reap.

Not about the ends
nor even the means
not about your friends
not the shoes or the jeans

Not about being skinny
the food and the drink
Not even really,
about what you might think

For these are all distractions
methods and tools
in which we indulge
and thus become fools.

It’s just not important
the world without
it’s not what you mumble
nor what you shout.

It’s not what you want
nor what you feel
It’s what happens inside
that means a great deal.

It’s all about taming
the beast of yourself
putting your ego
back up on the shelf

It’s shutting back down
the noise within
helping God help you
to lower the din.

Then when the calm
takes over your soul
wonder as parts
once again become whole

Then open the shutters
clean off the glass
Let God’s love come shining
through you at last.

Perchance that some others
may catch in a glance
that with the right guidance
we’ve all got a chance.

That we’ve got a new year
to try just once more
to do so much better
than we did just before.

May God bless you and keep you
close to his heart.
‘Cuz the best gift of all
is another new start.

***

Happy New Year folks.

[Kathy Beall]

???????????????? I like your style Dan, and honestly I agree ???? Hey, thanks for the eggs and Happy new Year! ????

[Erica Mueller]

Nice job.

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