N. All my life

All my life
my freedom has been in chains
the way of right never found me,
always the hammer falls
and
echos in justice halls.

The seasons tides
shards a merry song
of spirit and good will
which I never rode upon.

All this wonder and cheer
has
never touched me
until the twilight of my
reckoning,
and it bids me
A very un-happy New Year.