In the year of…

I see a man of white,
A man of black, too.
The latter bowing his head
Even in the year of 2012.

Of what yesterday.
Comes a story today.
And with a story there is much to say
In the year of 2013.

Another song the sparrow sings
Cut short by a hunter’s bow.
In the year of 2014 and more

In the edge of the street
There is an olive tree,
Where birds are singing owned, but free.
In the year of 2015.

Then comes the heat
The suspense so high
The tea will boil
Even though the kettle, is not on yet.
In the year of 2016 , though people less fret.

There is good and bad
somethings sad,
And though they are seen,
They will never change
Even in the year of 2019.