GLORIOUS TRAMP

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Glorious tramp,
stomping daisies,

in battle boots,

living this life,

in-between ruts,

gutter to gutter,

sipping the wines,

of discord and strife.

Surfing the breeze,

into each moment.

Just one haircut away,

from becoming pretty.

A fortune cookie prophecy

gives you hope,

but we both know,

hope is a luxury,

that you cannot afford.

So, onward you stomp,

beyond the daisies,

into the blue-bells.

The death of beauty

is the only way

you keep yourself

from feeling all alone.

Something once beautiful,

now destroyed,

you create an army

of kindred down trodden.

Full of pain and wine,

you all share war stories

until the breeze drifts in

and carries you away,

into the next moment.

THE YEAR'S END

Feeling fuzzy

We held our schedules and lesson plans

for the annual year’s end tradition.

Innocent beginnings and small-talk commenced.

Strangers afoot, and comrades handy,         

a table of nosh in-between to equalize .

We loosed the booze and let it swell.

Words and memories passed with the minutes,

two ales an hour was our pace.

Our sideline seats soon were overrun

by uncomfortable conversations,

that we moonwalked away from gracefully.

The camera flashed as we made this moment immortal,

silly-faced grace and bizzarr-o alter egos

adorned the compact camera lens.

A sudden moment of panic to rally the troops,

one final minute to acquire some bubbly.

Auld Lang Syne on the wind and we hum along.

It’s the end of the beginning,

and the beginning of the end.

Chinese liquor and whiskey suddenly appear,

haunting the wellbeing of all in the room.

Our chance to depart the sinking ship appears,

we fill the life raft with hugs and happy new year’s.

One child left behind in a miserable condition,

the lovey-dovey was too good to be true,

square knots and Kanye was our vigil to you.

Today may give way to the newest year,

but today is a new day and so is tomorrow.

The moment is now and it just passed us by,

each day can be the beginning of something good,

each day is a good time for a positive change.