2008

Two-oh-oh-eight, a brand new year
We welcome it with lots of cheer
but we don't know what it will bring
While we drink and dance and sing.

We hope to see a year of growth
As politicians take an oath.
We hope to see a rise in spirit
As I learn to be a poet.

We wish to see an end of war
But know that would be such a chore.
It's really easy to start a fight,
To live in peace takes all out might.

And an end to hunger too
Or children dying from the flu
And people living in a box
That wouldn't hold a half-grown ox.

To see the end of corporate greed
And learning to actually fill a need
Instead of pushing us to buy
With marketing tricks that make me sigh.

One year cannot fix all that
But at least the bee is in your hat
And maybe now you'll think sometimes
Before you spend those nickels and dimes.

Originally published in my poetry blog Crayons in the Sun.