Mood Swings

Christmas is over and done.
The past belongs to the dead.
A bright new age has begun.
Fresh plans evolve in my head.
I’ll do what the hell I choose.
Then... damn! January Blues.

The wind blows chill off the sea.
So what? For the year is mine.
Mud in the pool on the lea;
gold in the lake down the line;
solace is found in the muse.
Then... damn! January Blues.

News is all chaos and hell;
buffeting gale in the streets,
winter is casting a spell.
Rain covers the town in sheets,
but hey, I’ll go on a cruise.
Then... damn! January Blues.

Next year, things could look better;
future is bright, so they say.
Plan, then play by the letter.
Like wise men, live for the day.
Positive folk never lose.
Then... damn! January Blues.

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