La multi ani - A new/Another year (very roughly)
As another year comes to pass,
I come to think, as you do,
About the little things that make it last,
About the many, and the few,
I come to think about life,
Death, and all beside,
About the harmony,
That we supposedly reside,
And the discontent, the melancholy,
The happy, and the sad,
I think of bread baking,
In the rising sun,
Looking out to the hillocks,
Waiting for it to come,
Of the snow,
Falling on my tongue,
But don't eat the yellow stuff,
Said the old man to the young,
Another year passes,
One more yet to come,
I sit and put on my glasses,
And wait whilst I hum.
That wasn't actually meant to be poem-format originally, but meh.
What I wanted to comment about was the thought of being broken down to be reformed into something new. The thought appeals to me, for a couple reasons, but wandered what people thought on the matter?