The pages of my lovely dairy are empty,
I do not know what the march of Time will reveal
To fill the pages of life.
The events are all ready with Damocles sword
Shining sharp held in mighty hands
To slash the head of boastfulness.
To lay trickery on the slippery path.
To sledge, to allow you to do experiments.
To make you burn your fingers.
Or to present you with feathers in your cap.
Or lay flowers in all your paths
Or make you walk on thorns.
With sultry and blistering sun,
Above your bald head to sweat and fume.
To create gardens of bliss
Or lands to follow for hunger and thirst
To plead for mercy and forgiveness.
To seek golden keys to open the doors of love.
A great hope on this Year 2019