Just Another Year.

Tis New Year’s Day.
The sun is hiding and the sky is grey.
Me in my warm comfy bed i still lay.
Well there is no hurry to make nourishing hay.
Another year finished.
But poverty and war has not diminished.
Same old thing.
Happy new year we all sing.
But nothing new another year does bring.
We carry on in life’s daily slog.
Making our way through life’s man made fog.
Outside a cold gale is blowing.
Inside my warm comfy bed my body is warmly glowing.
Tis new years day.
Goodbye, what more can i say.