• resolutionary

    by  • December 31, 2012 • poetry • 4 Comments

    no matter what page we turn
    what ball drops or what
    calendar we follow when
    tomorrow dawns on us
    we will still hold the sorrow
    that slept here last night

    the hopes and fears
    of all last year might sit
    silently for a few hours
    while we dance and
    remember the promises
    we hoped to keep

    but they will come back
    like old friends who know
    every day is a new year
    full of ancient feelings
    there is nothing new
    nothing new . . .

    remember this:
    love is the oldest thing.
    before there was sorrow,
    despair, or broken things —
    yes, before even that . . .
    there is love. Begin again.



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    4 Responses to resolutionary

    1. January 1, 2013 at 10:35 pm


    2. January 2, 2013 at 9:43 am


    3. Paul
      January 3, 2013 at 9:38 am

      Mighty nice. Looking forward to having you visit us in Austin.

    4. Mitch
      January 21, 2013 at 2:41 am

      thanks, milton

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