Said the old year to the new
They welcomed me, those fickle souls,
And shooed the old year off in haste
With scorn, and nothing good to say
As though it left a bitter taste.
And I, like you, was overwhelmed,
And thought I’d never share that fate,
That I was special, truly new,
That they would spurn another date.
But now, alas, I’ve been usurped -
Enjoy your glory days, my friend,
Don’t think their love for you is true,
For all too soon your time will end...
Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.