Saying goodbye to old team mates.
04 Jan 2016 – Sonnet
Goodbye to all my friends as they go out,
a brand new year to find a brand new job.
The future puppet masters love to tout
leaves us unsettled, doubtful, as if robbed
of any sort of life that we might choose.
Too late to reinvent ourselves (again),
and after wasting decades paying dues,
there’s nothing left to buy another skin.
So hail! Farewell! Good luck! We who remain
shall join you shortly, there’s no lucky cast
when rich men shake the dice, so I’ll refrain
from wishing – now the golden years have past.
Henceforth, no looking forward or behind,
today is all we now posses of Time.