Something New

Something new. After the same old,

same old, I find the need for something

new.

Old songs on the radio, old shows on TV,

old news, old reviews. Gotta have something

new.

Flipping through old books of poetry I’ve

read a hundred times before, finding nothing

new.

Old shirt I’m wearing, same pattern, old holes

I stick my fingers through. Lord I’d trade all the

old for one thing new.

I’m disgusted and awash in the same old attitude.

and I’m weary of the same old me I’ve come

to be.

Same old place I’m in. I rise up to go outside and

look up into the nighttime sky, and nothing.

It is said that old habits are hard to break.

Maybe for this old dog, the same old phase

of a New Moon will just have to do.

I am reminded that I haven’t had a good

old howl in quite a while.

                  -30-

Chris Hanch 11-21-2020