Written by: Victor P.
“The Old in the New”
We bring the old into the new,
It is another year but we remain the same;
Changes with the new are in few,
Another fear to fight, new deeds of shame.
Changes are not easy to make;
Trying has a chance of failure.
How much more can we take?
O, what is for our ills the cure?
Our resolutions aren’t promises
But hollow inside and superficial outside,
And giving in to compromises
Is a step from the right to the wrong side.
Make no mention
Of your intention
Of habit’s retention;
You want attention.
Deprivation and waste,
Elimination and haste,
Repentance and relapse,
Hypocrisy and collapse.
Repeating the same mistakes,
Repeating the same old sins,
Sitting on the same old pins
And playing the same fakes.
We’ll point our fingers at anyone
As long as it’s not at ourselves;
But we must when we are won
Go take mirrors off the shelves.
We severed ties we’ve long had
And broke the bonds of love.
What’s it brought us is very sad;
None would envy it to have.
We say as we look back on our past
‘We did not know what wouldn’t last’
But maybe we just didn’t care enough to find out
And now we fear the future, are full of new doubt.
We burn the days if we tread carelessly
And we’ll believe that we are helplessly
Left on our own, left to fight, left to die,
But that is not true, it is false, it is a lie!
What’s it brought us, all our trying?
More failures, and tears for drying?
Experience can be a cruel teacher
And foolishness is a great reacher.
If life is hard and thus must be
Then is there a light we can see
To show the way that we all should go?
Answers to life’s questions can we know?
We are like a broken record
Playing the same old song;
O, but can any of us afford
To keep this all up for long?
Are we chasing dreams
That quickly fade away?
O, whose heart screams
That there’s another way?
What’s it all for if all goes to nothing?
Can we win, gain or receive anything?
There must be more and there must be something
More than all there is, more than our everything!
Is the darkness surrounding us all we’ll see?
Shall the light come or are we all left to be
Casualties who fought a futile war?
Is this what our life was made for?
Are we to look to the future with hope and expectation?
With fear and doubt? With excitement and determination?
What’s done is done and what’s gone is gone
But there’s still much that can be by us won!
Look back and reflect, see this life’s not for us to waste;
Look forward and sift through the past and come taste
The harvest of the present and sow the seeds for the future
You wish to see and wait, tend, care, a future harvest is sure.