The New Year

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A somber poem for celebrating New Year’s Eve.

Ah the bells are out, the night is swift
Around all the swell and cheer.
High the night, and low the sun
In the ending days of the year.

We make merry at all that was
With nary a thought or fear.
As skies light up and shouts ring out
At the dying of the year.

And no one will miss or give a thought
To the passing of a friend so dear.
We’ll raise our voices, and sing a prayer
For the burning of the year.

But time goes deaf and hears no bells
As we break bread and leer
At the ashes of an abandoned friend
The Phoenix of our year.

So pass the rye, and sing out now
In hopes we get one more.
Cause maybe one day they’ll be no ember
And the Phoenix might fail to soar.

Submitted: March 13, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Jason Meikrantz. All rights reserved.

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