The New Year is dawning on us;
Janus looks into our eyes;
Past and present we still discuss,
Yet marvel how time really flies.
Resolutions do come and go;
But wear I must, the common touch;
Know what flies on red flag doth show,
And the meaning of such-and-such;
Drop not the ball on "Golden Rule";
Going green is not an option;
Greediness always finds a mule;
Riding the poor, much too often.
Candles, smoke and those butterflies,
Are symbols on carded poem
I sent to you, I summarize:
The godliness of each totem;
Each candle light doth show the spread
Of God's love, for all of mankind;
He clears the smoke, that makes eyes red,
Answers to prayers are well defined.
Butterflies show life is fragile,
Yet beauty in life still doth dwell;
Frowns we erase with every smile;
Hope is there with the New Year's bell.
The future is in our hands,
The paths are there; tread without stealth;
To folks near and in far-off lands,
Happy New Year, peace and good health!
© Paterika Hengreaves
December 31, 2009/Cassia Drive, Barbados