Year Books

 

And so there it is.

Another year.

In the Books.

Tied up with a neat bow.

Shoved on a shelf.

Among the Millions

of other years.

 

Another year.

Among so many.

The inside covers,

scribbled with our autographs,

reminding us to “Keep in Touch.”

and other pleasantries.

A yearbook 2022.

 

“See you next year,” is the unfunny refrain,

as we say good-bye to people we’ll

see sooner than later.

A tired old joke,

used for far too long with

similar unamusing results.

Tiresome.

 

Those yearbooks,

gathering dust,

on those million mile

shelves, don’t seem to

teach us anything as they

are rife with mistakes, of

which we never learn from.

 

The ready-made “How to Guides” on

how to behave,

what traps to avoid,

what history has to teach us,

all gathering cosmic dust

along impossible shelves,

in an impossible library.

 

All crammed into another

year, of another year, of

another year, mixed in with a little

another year.

All there.

Ready for the New Year.