What Is There To Celebrate?

Woke up this morning with this in my head.  Couldn’t end the year otherwise.

A thirty-first – December morn –

A last day December borne.

We should be dampened,

Unceasing happenings:

A planet shrinking, its news expanding;

Terrifying, shaming.


On this day folk play,

Light fireworks, eat heartily, get tipsy – pray.

With floods, tornadoes, wanderings unsolicited.

If one’s not deaf, dumb, blind one knows.

My very own food table

Weighed down to collapse;

Schnaps glasses ready at the go,

We’ll yell hooray at midnight,

Hug and kiss,

Cheer and dance,

Dressed in our best.

[I’m] just a bit embarrassed, yet

One must find something small thing to celebrate.

I have it! But it’s hard!

Work on the shitty sides of self.

Water daily flowers of you gifts.

Perhaps one can lift a marred

Two thousand sixteen.


What Is There To Celebrate 12.31.2015

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

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