|The New Year
Who knows what the new year brings?
The life of man is held by strings.
That connect him to his universe,
his purse, his nurse, his verse.
Will the robin sing in the spring?
The life of man is by his things.
That connect him to his worth,
his earth, his girth, his mirth.
Will the corn grow high or die?
The life of man is by his wings.
That connect him to his flight,
his fight, his right, his light.
Will the autumn sky turn gray?
The life of man sees its day.
That connects into his spirit,
his love, his hate, his fear it.
Will the snow topped trees sing?
The life of man is still king.
That connects sunshine,
his white wine, his woman fine.
As they sit down to dine,
will it be the last time?
By Harry Furniss
The Gutenburg Project
Copyright 2007 © Ronald W. Hull