All these days seems the same

Feels like I crawl into a cart

Slide along the tracks

The same mono train

Colors look the same

Pale blue sky grey mist lines

At least through my eyes

I see the limestone steeples

Flanking amongst the light rain

Reaching to the skies

I can find some solace

In these remembrances

Go through the motions

So this is how I bring in the new year

Eyes closed hoping not to hear

News of things good and bad

Today is just a day to remember a great soul

As I walk toward the steeple

In the January Cold