Last Month 16
12-12-12-12-12
No more new memories
Can now be made
In the last month
I haplessly wade
Once cherished photos
From my box camera
In dark gather dust
Tomorrow I'll clean-I must
Old clutter all around
All outdated and unused
Will I be again using them ?
Bring myself to young mood
My nuts and bolts are rusty
No oil will set them right !
Yet I hope for the New Year
To come happy and bright
Rust
and I are old friends - - for all of the PostPoem poets, I wish them a New Year that is gloriously bright! - Let the utter nonsense continue for 2017! - allets -