New month, new week,and with them some new problems,
hopes and bills, new goals, new
disappointments. There's nothing really all
that new, but newly packaged,
as if someone's marketing
recycled drama so it lives
forever. Dressed in shiny paper,
it still smells the same, as usual,
the reek of selfishness, ingratitude,
me me me me me me. Perhaps before
the month is over (and it's short, as well),
the hopes will gain a little ground,
the bills get paid, good news abound.
I'd like to think it, anyway.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015
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