Thursday 5th January 2017.

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.