When new years came

                              When new years came
                          they got loud-drunk
                      it seemed sad-strange
                  one might have thunk
                      they could've behaved
                  in quite-quieter ways
              when matters so grave
          as the dying of days
                  & the birthing of years
              were current? I'd claim
          the gleaming of tears
      when new years came

it's true they wept
    and then they slept
        I'm here awake
            and quite o'er-swept
    with wondering what
        a year can mean?
            I feel inept
                and scratch my bean
        a year twelve months
            fifty-two weeks?
                with three-hundred-sixty-five
                    mountain peaks!