A lyric

When I wrote this it was a song lyric, something kind of folk-punk maybe. But I can't play any instruments or compose so it lives on as a fragment here.

A toast to the year

I never thought I’d make it through

I thew my arms around a body

Who didn’t make it too

And we can give up ghosts

Or wander off

And cry ourselves to sleep

Or we can strike up chords

And dance for warmth

And raise dust beneath our feet

I guess the winter has its lessons too

Like love and joy are work

So I’ll plant flowers where I’m able

Before I plant me in the dirt