Another Year’s Come

Another year’s come

I welcome it with gusto

Though without fanfare

Why should I celebrate that

Which comes with or without me

Still I am thankful

And I am truly hopeful

For a better year

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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At Midnight’s Stroke (Sonnet)

At midnight’s stroke amongst confetti and champagne

Give thought to those so far from home.

Too many are they in lands we cannot name,

Worn and lonely; resolved to wallow alone.

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With joy–a smile and alcohols bright cheer

Our horns like trumpets wail.

Forgetting those who could not be here

Our memories so short they do fail.

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Without intention this ailment takes hold

As time our sensitivities does dull.

Our patience and prayers grow tired and old

Succumbing to complacencies lull.

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Remember those who sacrifice without batting an eye,

Ensuring the freedoms the rest of us have, as our fireworks light up the sky.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I like to post reminders from time-to-time to give thought to our brave service men and women serving around the world.  These are as much a reminder for me as I hope they are for others who may read this.  Next time you see a member of the armed forces, thank them for their service, this really does mean a great deal to them.

Another Year

Another year, add one more to the count.

Another tick mark on the chalkboard.

Another chance to get it right.

Another promise to myself to change.

Another negative thing I will give up.

Another positive thing I will nurture.

Another countdown to another list.

Another resolution that I didn’t complete.

Another year of self-flagellation for failures.

Another…Another…Another;

And for what,

So we can feel bad about ourselves,

So we can blame ourselves for our misgivings,

So we can complain of being wronged,

So we can blame others for our failures,

So we can make another list,

So we can fill it with resolutions,

So we can obsess about the negative,

So we can minimize the positive,

So we can set ourselves up to achieve more of the same.

Why do we not love who we are,

Work on changing the things we can change

Take responsibility for ourselves without pressure or demand

Strive to realize our dreams every day

Instead of tormenting ourselves

–Every first of January.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

How Odd It Is At This Ponderous Time (Sonnet)

How odd it is at this ponderous time

The bridge we cross ‘tween joy and sorrow.

Meant to share in Christmas rhyme

Instead we fret about tomorrow.

Is not this day of bread and drink,

Of Christ and gifts and family and friends,

To mean much more than what we think,

Yet still we stifle good will towards men.

We forgo a day to celebrate in joy,

As many can give no more than tears.

Another year their dreams destroyed;

They should not suffer torment and fears.

Amongst the presents and lights and bows

Be certain the kindness of Christmas does show.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~