Dec. 31, 2016 (I was 71)
At the end of one another begins
The leaf falls as the twig buds
Dishes are washed as the meal is prepared
The shooting starts as the truce is signed
The show is over stay tuned for previews
Get dressed and load the wash machine
Just heard taps and they blow assembly
Old acquaintances should be forgot
A new day dawns so like the last
Each growth ring further from the heart wood
The sound of fireworks more distant each new year
What we thought were circles are actually spirals
Old flames merely embers of memory
Smoke swirls out of mind
Other fires are kindled elsewhere