Can you believe that in 48 hours a whole new year will be stretching out before us, virtually untouched? I for one can hardly believe that 2017 is drawing post haste to an end, and 2018 is looming large in the very-near-future!! Seriously, time has gone by so fast this year (and I could talk about this topic of fast time moving for a very long time, believe me. It constantly confounds me. :D) and I would rather like to hit a pause button and let the fact that 2017 is nearly over sink in before it’s time for a whole new year to come upon us (and goodness gracious, that was a long sentence, wasn’t it. 😀 The movement of time is a rather flustering subject, thus it causes grammatical problems in my writing. Sorry about that) (And let’s finish the parentheses now before they get ridiculous :D).
So yes, time is moving fast, and it’s crazy. And in honour of this mind-boggling thing of a new year, I’m posting a poem today about that very subject. But it’s not just any poem. It’s actually one of, if not the, very first poem I ever wrote. And I wrote it when 2017 was just a wee little babby of 90 minutes old. I do hope that you enjoy this poem, aptly titled:
Old Year, New Year
Silent
the world is waiting
watching
as the Old Year takes its final breaths.
Faded and worn
the Old year has run its course
completed the race
of 366 days
and now it droops under its mantle of cold
silent
air.
Silent
The world is waiting
watching
as the Old Year takes its final breaths
The clock strikes
a bell tolls
1…
Memories flash by
2…
Memories of laughter
3…
Of tears
4…
Of dreams come true
5…
And of dreams crushed to the dust
6…
The Old Year was full of memories
7…
And the New Year is coming soon
8…
Mere seconds of the Old Year’s life are left hanging in the balance
9…
One last breath, one last inhale of air
10…
Silence
The world is watching
Waiting
11…
The Old Year exhales
Breaths its last
One long gusty breath of wind
Nothing
12…
The final strike
One breathless second of anticipation
Then
the world
erupts
Shouting in jubilation
Breaking the silence
Celebrating the birth of the New Year
The whole year stretches ahead
Pristine
New
Clean
Unbroken by human touch
Memories are all that is left of the past Year
As all of humanity eagerly reaches ahead
Grasping at
the Hope
the New Year brings
~
Let’s chat in the comments below! What have been some of your favourite memories of this past, old year of 2017? What are you looking forward to in the new year of 2018?
Oh, boy so many things have happened this year I don’t think I could list them all without forgetting something.
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IKR?! 2017 has been a crazy year for me… 😀
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Sure has!
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This is a lovely poem! Thank you so much for sharing, Hannah 🙂
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You’re welcome, Ruqs! So glad you like it! 🙂
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