A date destined to be written about
In the world of my imagination
So raise a glass, salute the day
Alive to greet with an intake of its fresh air.
Unfortunately there will be someone somewhere
missing its blessings.
It’s not in our brief to alter its beauty
Resolutions, the buzz word of the day
Not something I’d be flying a flag for
but everyone to their own.
We’re just one cog in life’s ever evolving wheel
Let no one tell us we’re inconsequential
A poem, never incomplete
Once it has reached its end.
(c) Chris Black 2017.