Jan 2
As the clocks tick twelve
The old dissolves. A chapter is closed, mystery evolves
Shots in the sky I hear
Piercing through the dying year
Weak and tired it bled in memory ounces
Blood of grey
Tears of gloom
It ate our flesh and sipped out blood
But wait, I can see a child crawl from its beneath
Carrying a smile of gold
A future in bold
A new year is born
Its breath filled the grey with gay
The gloom with boom
Our heart with hope
And our mind with gladness
A new year is born
Dreams beyond dreams
I have dripping upon the blank white
Hoping in enthusiasm
It all becomes real
The past is passing
A new life is casting
I hope I see the light
This new child gleams
I hope I experience the new day
The new life
The new hope.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
The old dissolves. A chapter is closed, mystery evolves
Shots in the sky I hear
Piercing through the dying year
Weak and tired it bled in memory ounces
Blood of grey
Tears of gloom
It ate our flesh and sipped out blood
But wait, I can see a child crawl from its beneath
Carrying a smile of gold
A future in bold
A new year is born
Its breath filled the grey with gay
The gloom with boom
Our heart with hope
And our mind with gladness
A new year is born
Dreams beyond dreams
I have dripping upon the blank white
Hoping in enthusiasm
It all becomes real
The past is passing
A new life is casting
I hope I see the light
This new child gleams
I hope I experience the new day
The new life
The new hope.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
The poet expresses the joy and anticipation of the new year and all the dreams that he expects to come alive in reality. He attributes the previous year as gloomy and dark but despite its darkness it bore a child of light. Hoping that the new year doesn't usurp darkness we gladly wait for the gift it holds.
