119 - It's a wet, wild and windy New Year's Day

It’s a wet, wild and windy New Year’s Day:
No bright light to torment a hangover.
It’s three, when all footballers start to play,
And we, off work, have lots to mull over.
The days stretch out like pearls on an endless
Neckless necklace. Behind now, December;
Ahead, the whitening lightening months. Success,
Unlike these pearls, will cost you. Remember.
The choice is pain or comfort, strain or ease.
We work by day, but can we rest at night,
Knowing that only then can we appease
Our gnawing conscience, conscious of our plight?
The evening is for fighting against fate.
If we relax too soon, then it will be too late.
Mon 1 Jan 2007