A Tepid New Year

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He wished me a Tepid New Year

I wished him an Avid New Leer

He cried, Merry Witless

I didn’t want to marry Hitler

In a manner of speaking.

I had no cyanide

I’m damned if I would kill myself to please Evil Men

.I am still mourning my father and he died 67 years 4 months and 5 days ago, approximately

Three disguised men came by for the trans fair.

They brought their own facilities

I went on the Ghost Train.

Everyone is on that now but no father

Golden clouds of fire

Alone in  my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest  and then
Knew there was no answer from 6 a man

I saw in my mind’s eye a  tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath

 I was  held by  golden  clouds of fire
I felt the  kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrath

And so I  turned  to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk