A New Harvest

A champion of the season;
I cross my fingers for the coming new year.
I hold my head high.
I blow off the dust of last year good-bye.

The band plays its tune on stage
As I gaze across the floor at the dancers.
Drunk and smiling sober and crying.
The New Year crosses over.

How do we sing?
How do we live?
To our new song we write
Each year that makes us fight.

How long does this last?
How powerful is the blast?

How can I better myself?
How can I retain my health?

So many things come through my mind.

A new year.
A new day.
A new life.
A new world.

We all harvest our reality.
We are all captains of our own
Destiny.