One month down

Of this new year

And where do we stand?

Everything’s as it used to be

Or maybe things are changing

Yeah, things are getting worse

I am writing poems

When I should be doing math

But should I be doing math

When I can write poems?

A sky full of stars

Each one has a story

Is yours, my dear friend

Wrapped in shame or glory?

I wish you not to be rich

With bags and buckets of wealth

I wish you happiness which

Instead comes with perfect health

All day long we chase the dollars

To sleep in a cosy bed

And in chasing those lofty dollars

We lose the sleep we always had

The aim of error is

That we may learn

Never again to be

The same person

Don’t you ever miss me
For I am never gone
The heart is ever present
Only the body’s moved on