“Nothing like saying goodbye to bad rubbish” Gun Roswell

01.01.2021

The new leaf turned as the New Year started
Gone was the good with the bad and the ugly, dearly departed
Now looking forward already plotting the new targets
But was this an elaborate ruse, designed by the market?
Making once again believe in me hope, when it all smarted?

Miracles do happen, someone might have said
And that in itself should have to plenty suspicions led
But the fool hearted believers had so many tears shed
As each and every day it had gotten harder up from bed to get
So, instead of casting all hope, deciding to expect better ahead

A new year, a new hope, a new time, to make all right
This was the mantra now after being tired of all the fights
Self doubt, closing the mouth, no more foul out sprout
Nothing was going to stop this year turning to something great
Even if in the back of the mind a thought off all being too late

But hey, what else could go wrong?