Delightful and pure is an infants’ laughter They know life is play; comedy and disaster. Their role is one of simple necessity. We are the one’s burdened by increasing complexity; Actors, like that of wood stained by lacquer. 15 January 2018

A solemn glare does suppose despair, But a disingenuous grin that one does share Is worse than a curse of fowl intent. It deceives those naive. It misrepresents. Indefinite faces one must beware. 15 January 2018

Once the amber fades to grey From the shadows does lurch dismay Through the pane it may be seen Is the tranquil fury of this scene Children play before their elders flame 15 January 2018

How must I remark From this year’s very start I could not have conceived That I would know such reprieve. Mercy has entered my heart. 15 January 2018