Anticipating the new year, here is a poem from my favorite source:
The Old Year by John Clare The Old Year's gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place In either shade or sun: The last year he'd a neighbour's face, In this he's known by none. All nothing everywhere: Mists we on mornings see Have more of substance when they're here And more of form than he. He was a friend by every fire, In every cot and hall-- A guest to every heart's desire, And now he's nought at all. Old papers thrown away, Old garments cast aside, The talk of yesterday, Are things identified; But time once torn away No voices can recall: The eve of New Year's Day Left the Old Year lost to all.
2 comments:
Beautiful poem to end the year. You deserve a break from blogging, given how prolific you have been. I know you love writing, but a man has got to take a break from even things he loves !!
Thanks for such enrichment and entertainment for your readers in 2012 and looking forward to more in the New year.
I missed this post and was wonderful how come I'm not seeing your posts on my reader :). You deserve a break....hope it's a great one. Happy 2013 and see you back here soon!
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