Poem – Old Year, New Year

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


the world is waiting


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




The world is waiting


as the Old Year takes its final breaths

The clock strikes

a bell tolls


Memories flash by


Memories of laughter


Of tears


Of dreams come true


And of dreams crushed to the dust


The Old Year was full of memories


And the New Year is coming soon


Mere seconds of the Old Year’s life are left hanging in the balance


One last breath, one last inhale of air



The world is watching



The Old Year exhales

Breaths its last

One long gusty breath of wind



The final strike

One breathless second of anticipation


the world


Shouting in jubilation

Breaking the silence

Celebrating the birth of the New Year

The whole year stretches ahead




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?

Author: Hannah

Jesus follower. writer. bibliophile. dreamer.

5 thoughts on “Poem – Old Year, New Year”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: