Another dead soldier
that’s not meant to be cute
hoping to ring in the new year
in my birthday suit
looking forward to finishing
the book I’m reading
looking forward to the new year
harvest that I’m seeding
I’d say this was a good year
nothing’s perfect, should it be?
so much done and seen and said
another thousand songs from me
drink piña coladas
when the bubbly taps
I call it joy and wonderment
the opposite of scraps
looking for another good year
refine my subtle arts
live large and make my mark sir
far more than the sum of my parts
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