Another year

End of year is here again.
AGAIN sounds scarily plain.
Another man in China put his hope in Yen.
The one man's lost is another's gain.

Prayers go up in anticipated change.
Crackers wake us up from routine.
Beams of hope seems repeatably strange.
Our trust in what's already been..?

Creme caramel with coffee black.
The prospect of a different life.
Lessons learned mean no turning back.
Reality that cuts like a knife.

A prayer to God to change the current.
In our ocean of comfort and glare.
A ray of hope is not a warrant.
But it seems to soften despair.