A Fresh Start

Once a year, we toss our sins And then we start out fresh. I do it, even though my now- And-then beliefs don’t mesh. Traditions of the holidays Are somehow still retained Because, I guess since childhood, They are very much ingrained. Tomorrow, using pebbles (Breadcrumbs can work just as well), All my sins will hit the river, Least as far as I can tell. *This is my poem from October 2, when PoetrySoup was down…