It came toward me down at wing and heel, <br />dirty and unkempt, mumbling incoherently. <br />Instinctively I reached into my pocket for some coins. <br />It read my action saying, 'I don't deserve your sympathy, <br />it's been my fault entirely.' <br />'What's your name? ' I asked a bit perplexed. <br />'Annus Horribilis, ' it replied.<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/riddance-2007/
