The tree is down, the drapes are drawn
The revelers have left Times Square
The crystal ball’s no longer there
Although today marks a year brand new
My life’s the same; no dreams came true
The world still writhes in tortured pain
The troops will wake to war again
Elected people still tell lies
Unbridled hatred never dies
No magic wand was waved last night
No world-wide party made things right
Santa Claus forgot the jobs
Broke fathers still must stifle sobs
A desperate mother robbed a bank
While plutocrats ate cake and drank
Can the tick of a clock past midnight
Or the turn of a calendar site
Change the luck of a downtrodden man
Or the future on which we can plan?
None of that comes with the day
What does come is a change in the way
We look at a parcel of time
A new start; a new hope for the climb.
(Photo from flkr.com)
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