Reflections
(A Free Style Poem)




As the year draws to a close
there are thoughts that do impose
a reflection
a collection of
the reactions that oft' arose

In the corners of my mind
I'll frequently find
in a nook
where I'd look
are the secret pleasures that I took
in full measure
little pleasures
as my memories unwind

In there too
are a few
of the failures that I knew
in the trash
bold and brash
after each legendary crash
buried there
alone
like a dog's forgotten bone
no more to bemoan
or thrash

To all that foregone brew
I bid
Adieu

and start anew