December
31, 1982 4:20 p.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
All Those Feelings Felt Like Falling Down
Yes, the end of the year, the poet
screams,
Only set down on paper eighteen of his dreams
Rushing out,buy new paper, ready new schemes
Clutter the page with confusion.
Hark, listen closely, the world
is at hand
Thousands of voices alongside the band
Try for a meaning , now isn't that grand?
Open the door of delusion.
Rhyme schemes, and rhythms advance
on the page
Learned so long ago at a much younger age.
But drat, he's electric, no sins for his wage
Twixt pen and the brain, 'tis the fusion.
Three, feels like thirty. Condense
and regain
What's that we're feeling again and again?
Charter felicity, record deep pain.
Let it all come right out as a vision.
Yes, beginning a year, got to have
something to say
Put down something on paper, it'll all be okay
Paint with strong worthwhile words,
Let rebirth guide your way.
Saddle up your old, tired constitution.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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