Fresh Act I

On this first day of this new month
I place my foot like a new turn of a page
Onto a white and spotless stage ahead
And I hold the blank ink pen like a mic in my hands
Waiting to blot this white endless stage
With black poetic lines of nostalgic anticipation

Its the drawing of the dark curtains
on the the previous month's theatricals
Its the fading away of the bright lights
At the end of many Acts replayed
Some that I detested and some that I lived to love
Some that I grew from and some that I regret today
But mostly of the added life I was blessed to live.

There was the research Act played
with breakthroughs and successes too
There were long days and starless nights
But great lessons in the end
And the intermission of friendship circles
Both old and new adorned
Which filled my nights with heartfelt laughter
And days with warm cheery thoughts

There was the financially crazy Summers
An act you would detest too
When the paycheck was as slim as not
And the needs in the fat phase route
There were maxed out credit card accounts
And empty fridges at home
Then bills bills bills bills
A song I hated to sing


Then there happened the happy-go-lucky Act
I would add a II, and a III
A celebration of ladders climbed
In age, in life, in love
A walk at park and a saunter by the zoo
with family and good friends too
I danced, I smiled, I chatted away, watched good movies as well
And sprawled on many a water ride en route to Kalamazoo

Now the month is young and the stage so blank
I anticipate for what's ahead
I hope to grow in faith and sage
And build stronger ties with you
To do my best in lab and life
To fight my best fight
And to sit down again at the end of this Act
In review of how good it was.