Yet another year gone by,
With another list of mistakes,
Looking upon the list I cry,
Another failed year this makes,
To write down all I've done,
Would not be within my favor,
Another year, another one,
Another heartache to savor,
Still working on year ninety-six,
And five years behind I be,
How the hell will I ever fix,
All that continues to be haunting me,
Rapidly approaching two thousand and three,
Un-aware of what I'll do,
Chained by the past I'll never be free,
A new list for two thousand and two,
Yet another year, has gone by,
Filling my heart with fear,
Longing for the day I die,
So I can avoid the coming year.
Author: K Ball
