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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #1510702  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
2009
Happy New Year - a holiday or a decision?
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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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