THE NEW YEAR

A brand new year arrived last night;

It came while I was waiting.

But I did not hear the horns or shouts

Of people celebrating.

Because, you see, I fell asleep

Before the hour, when

The old year silently passed out

And the New Year entered in.

But I have a clean new calendar

Which hangs before my eyes

And every day that’s listed

Will hold a new surprise.

And then the day came,

when the risk

to remain tight

in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to blossom.

Did you hear about the rose that grew

from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it

learned to walk without having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,

it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else ever cared.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and caldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the cauldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,

Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,

For a charm of powerful trouble,

Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.