The receding time span sighs and puffs in resignation
Having rendered it`s ardeous toil is left with little use now,
Resolutions are thick propelling us forth like an incendiary cannon
To tread new prospects and relish the shrill `n thrill of this coming morrow.
Sage folks have stooped tall dispensing their wise diction,
Layman have withered `n weathered going around in circles,
Rogues in suit have siphoned from the banana government
The poorer`re still getting poor and the rich are still getting richer.
The good old word warns us against harving the abominable loathe
Saying it transfigures the heart into a hellish haven of detest and abhor
Driving out all the good virtues of honesty,compassion and love
Then you stop living and start existing a languid life of melancholy.
Let bygones be bygones and rid your heart of awful hatred
For life smeared with grudges is despicable and besmirched.
