Antiqued New Year
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Friday, December 29, 2006
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Fresh seemed your youth, fresh seemed your flood of hope,
New-Years-Gone, fresh you are no more. Old Year,
I see you past, I lived your life, of hope,
Iíve watched you pass, without scope, without clear
Words of freedom. Oh, Non-Year! You fed my
Mind such fears, my heart soul-tears, awareness
Seared into brief bio-life of earthly whys!
New Year, I fear youíve bled out liveliness.
Okay, Nude Year, I see your plight. Tonight,
You live! In two days, you die, Iím sorryÖ
Should I despair I go on? Are you right,
And I am wrong? Must I go forth, worry-
Ridden? New-Year-Almost-Gone! Do you fear
The answers to your passing, antique-dear?
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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