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A slightly early New Years Eve poem |
Season’s End (Part Two) The Christmas lights are dimming The year is winding down With resolutions thinning Forgotten on the ground Another year is turning For the better… for the worse The memories are burning From the last ones to the first With memories of mince pies And tinsel round the trees Almost time for goodbyes Approaching New Years Eve On this seventh day of Christmas With true love still not found Some stars we want, might shine less There’s plenty more around And maybe next time mistletoe Might take its rightful place For now I’ll thank the folks I know For their patience… for their grace The ones who joined me for the ride The ones who’ve had my back The ones out on the wayside, The ones slipped through the cracks The ones who’ve been consistent … the ones I haven’t seen For the close and for the distant, and all the in-betweens For those known down to letters For those I’ve yet to meet For the ones I would know better To make the year complete Those who were there for me, the ones I’ve left behind I thank you all, for all you’ve done For all your given time But now that curtains drawing We march upon time’s spear With resolutions soaring … I’ll see you all next year |