HAVE A GOOD YEAR

HAVE A GOOD YEAR

In my tiny bedroom, by the corner
The evening sun cast its golden rays
Through the window, on the desk, I sat
My shadow silhouetted against the wall
Doing nothing, just sitting, a still life
In a limbo of some sorts, dreaming
Of a world with countless promises
Beep-beep blinked away the reverie
The in-box text read, ‘Have a good year’
I sighed, dreading the departing ghoul
Amen. I intoned the avowal and hoped
Our people say, bury your mother well
Better things will tag along your path
This, I performed, with it, the old year