The last day of March
The fool awaits me,
Another fool.
Who has squandered so much energy and time
Over the last thirty one days
Worrying about the future.,
Well, it’s arrived,
And soon it will be
The past yet again
Filled with pain,
From which I can learn,
As it morphs into happiness,
Which will fade
Once again.
Will the new month
In front of me
Hold the cataclysmic change
I’ve been waiting for?
Or pretty much
More of the same.
We shall see
Through the tears and the laughter
If this month is
A waste of wonder
Or the month that bridges
The last to the next
Under which
Answers may be found.
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