Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Not Yet The End

Christ's own Mass come 'round at last,
This febrile year will disappear.
Still alive, lacking all drive,
I hope for more in Twenty-One-Four
But fear the worst from Janus first.
Heaven, hell, pray all fare well!

2 comments:

Alan Kurtz said...

Happy New Year, Ed.

You know the drill:

Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

SedateEd/MedicateEd said...

Sullen, a bit artful, I labor by stinging light--not for attention or cred, but for the griefs of the aged. And you have a keen '14.