Ride on

New Year’s Day – together we mark a new birth

that may well bring much that is good to so many.

Though the cynic in me says life is, ha!, not so easy.

Yesterday we worried what the dropping ball might bring

and sighed with relief that our fears were overblown.

Next week, next month, next moon, tears may yet flow

once again and today’s good cheer be forgotten.

But I will not lay back in my chair and take these

pains to heart before they come to life, I will stay my course.

Ride on, though there be cares aside me.

The house, this street, all is quiet on New Year’s Day.

I called around to ask family and friends for what words

of wisdom they could share, so much love in their voices,

good cheer, makes me sit up tall and proud and yet…

Yet there are dark clouds inside these wintry skies

That still may bring pain and punishment, tearing,

to me and these voices filled with so much love.

No matter, I ride on to find the good that always will out.

Inspired by garret’s posting of a Mark Twain letter for today. Did this last year too, maybe a new tradition for me.