Something Fresh

Using the title of Wodehouse's first Blandings Story is the perfect way to start anew I guess. For mine is the Earth and everything that's in it, if I can start again at my beginnings, as Kipling says, and which is more, I'll be a man, your son! For long has the status quo remained, and who knows what tomorrow is to bring? We never quite did take it at the flood..but change is dynamic;an opportunity missed, when will we see the likes of it again? Stuck at the door, when will I reach the other side? Is there an other side at all? I'm sure I'll be lost..is this keeping me from going forward? The announcement is made, but the truth will out , sooner or later. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff they say, a false promise is like another nail in the coffin, the road to hell being paved with good intentions. But I soldier on nevertheless, and if a proposition for a new beginning is to gain any credence, then who are they to decide what is new and what is old? After all it's all just bricks in the wall...