The Year, 2016

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“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
whispering, ‘It will be happier.’ “
Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Year, 2016

A year of joy, a year of sorrow
Sometimes thinking, there is no tomorrow

Two-Thousand and Sixteen
You made us wanna scream
One day a true horror movie
Which nobody wanted to see
Afterward, in our beds we lay
Out of control and in full dismay
Then, come next day,
We all got high and groovy
Fulfilling our duties
Like good soldiers, after a ‘smoothie’

Ups and downs
Laughs and frowns
Too many mishaps
To close all the gaps
What to do with that?
Live everyday in fear?
Or just roll over
And wait for the new year?

Oh, Two-Thousand and Sixteen
You left us conflicted
Can we ever another year trust
Or suspect it’s here to destroy us
Maybe this type of thing was predicted
Or maybe something just shifted
One unlucky moment
For a while in torment
Then, a brightly shining object
Gave us fulfillment
And all hope was restored
Finally looking forward
To a happy ending?

Maybe, but before this poem’s sending
Some thinking time to be spending
Planning ahead
So next time, no need to be scared
But for now, for a brighter future toward
I am hopefully on board
And at finish line stating
“I got a score!”

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A Bench to Sit on (six)

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on

7-b

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

7-a

A Bench to Sit on (five)

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on

6-b

A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining

6-a

onto part six

A Bench to Sit on (four)

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on

4-a

So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek

4-b

onto part five

A Bench to Sit on (three)

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on

3-a

Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!

3-b

onto part four

A Bench to Sit on (two)

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on

1-a

Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!

1-b

onto part three

A Bench to Sit on (one)

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“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up
and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on

2-a

I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf

2-b

onto part two