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The New Year- Two Thousand and Nine,
Will the New Year end the decline? Likely not- probably the same Tired wandering without aim Just like the New Years of the past; Thankfully, they all went by fast. Soon we will be a decade in And I’ll wonder where I have been. How can time that stands still move on Without ever seeing the dawn? That’s the way it has been for me, Buried in past years of debris. Maybe this year the sun will rise After so many, useless tries. I’m not sorry, I’m just resigned, By all the years time has entwined, That to the sun I’ll remain blind. Time stands still but I still grow old While searching for something to hold. The players of the game hide well. They hide; I seek but just can’t tell Where to or how they all vanish And here I wonder and languish. Two Thousand and Nine has arrived, For another year I’ve survived. Somehow I will find the sunshine Tonight I will stop my decline.
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