PLOUGH AWAY MY FRIEND
Shift my friend, please give me space,
Allow me, don’t mind my craze.
Have I not climbed o’er the ridge?
Am I not here across the bridge?
Come my friend, let do a dance
For some are dead craved this chance!
Yes, some that offered fervent prayers
Lay still now in frozen chambers!
Only a fool would wake at dawn
To sing laments for mistakes done;
The past is gone. This still fresh morn
Is not a time to be forlorn!
2012 is gone with its pains,
And mourning it will bring no gain.
Your long dead hope you must awake
For 2013’s now the stake!
So pick your plough and take the seed,
Slash you away at last year’s weed.
For this new land has fertile soil;
Its fruits it’ll give to all that toil!