On The First Day Of This Year

new year.
the happy faces
in those
pictures in
Facebook

i hope
are not pretty lies.
most of the time
they are

on the first day of
this year
of the water dragon

we shall play a
new game
breathing fire

growing wood on
water
believing in
what is not credible

on the first hour
of this year
or even the hour before
that
you shall begin
disliking me

every part of me
but as a compromise
i will just
be sleeping.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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