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.
Excellent poem Jack. Nothing on earth is permanent. The question I always ask myself is "What legacy shall I leave behind!" Great message in your poem.
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