Monday, January 2, 2017


The New Year has now come and gone,
And I have merely to press on,
To search for some communion
That needs no priestly hand.
I know that there are many yet
Who need not work. Bosses abet
Them in getting themselves set,
All spread across the land.
I lack the luxury to rest
Much longer. It's for the best,
For I do not well at the test
Of the easy idle stand.
So I am back to work again;
My tasks have proved themselves my friends,
And if I can find better ends
For them, I'll turn my hand.

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