TWENTY - ONE, DECEMBER

its twenty-one, december
yes, the mayan day of doom
the last poem in my notebook, too
but am i feeling gloom ?

i bought a brand new notebook
and a brand new diary too
and i'll be filling both of them
it's what i plan to do

i never sensed the end of time
while living twenty-twelve
and straight into the bright new year
i certainly will delve

how many times before
have there been harbingers of death
with warnings that tomorrow
we would take our final breath ?

i'm not much into stressing
how this play will finally end
there's nothing i can do
so what's the use of worry, friend ?

so, have a happy new year
see you all on life's big stage
i'm putting down my pen now
but i'll turn another page