What do I know?
What have I seen?
Why all the questions?
See what I mean?
As short days become longer
As the sun peeks out from the clouds
Grace and strength will come to me
Victory will shout out loud
Residents are sleeping
I can see my breath
Look both ways before you cross
Saddle up and cheat death
Wealth is gained to show off
Skies are painted to give us signs
This pre-Xmas run is to lower the scale
English is so limited for designing rhymes
What will the new year bring?
Why do I even care?
Will I be paying off debts
Or standing stunned
In my underwear?
Time will tell
Or I will tell the time
Poetry readers should hopefully
Not feel cheated
Or in one poem see the same
Rhyme
~ Gunnar Våken
