"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

In 1983, 14 years old now, 42 years later, emotions Nothing changes on New Year's Day, U2 if a song reminds me of what was gold nothing but a flood of memories, friends each blown away by the winds of oceans titanic eruptions, ever so blue each day, I long to return, for the best each year, I grow older, the sea breeze sends nothing but sweet, salty kisses of air Each time, I listen to the old songs, tears interrupt a moment, business, fair fair given the facts, that tracks, wipe off the fears haunting my gut, eviscerated, rest today is New Year's Day, away from work yes, a day off, chores and laundry, go run The ability to focus, lock in how I learn to let go, just a small perk reach my goals, picks me up, blessings show up every time, I go for a run, no fun every day, a little more pain, a pin Finds spots in my body to poke and show old man, I am, now, I drink from the cup until I am no more, once I am dead remember me, cherish this life, I sing the...