Ducks

Is it no different, this New Years Eve day,
 Tru-a-lee, Tru-la-la-la, 
The clouds blew away overnight,
 Now look what you got,
 A fine day in the sun,
 A fine day,
 For everyone.

 Dogs play, ducks swim, 
With all the life in them, 
I watch, admire their zeal,
 What they know seems real. 

Thoughts I hold on to,
 Thoughts disappear, 
It’s a turn of the page,
 A sip of the beer,
 Adding to the pile,
 Of things I’ll never understand,
 And my weird smile,
 As the turnstile gets jammed.

“This spring is the one” 
Over and over,
 And over and over,
 And over and over.

 They called for snow it fell as rain,
 All through the night into morning, 
I watch it come down over coffee,
 Out the back garden window,
 A simple pleasure here,
 That I throw over my shoulder,
 With all the things I did alone for so long and thought nothing of.