Saturday, January 9, 2016

Said the old year to the new--By Jack Horne--England

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.

1 comment:

  1. 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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