the year that counts

to make this one the year that counts

the one that we look back on

the one we dreamed about

& if nothing ever does surmount

i hope we sing a song

a catchy tune with breath throughout

the rain after a ceaseless drought

a long-awaited, inescapable yawn

the “too good to be” discount

we fear we’ll mispronounce

a win when we have won

the fear i now denounce

can’t trust a map to find the route

just wait til weary dawn

it will take everything you’ve been through not to shout

i hope if god rewards devout

then i shall be a blooming spawn -

i’m an honest human seeming clout

and the truths not too profound.