MIRROR POEMS

-- Seeing the Old Year Out --

John Herlihy

Time to see the old year out,

As I wonder where it has gone.

The days have fled as in a rout,

Sweet melody in one final gong.

I barely remember all the days,

All the days and nights blend.

Forgetfulness turns into a blaze,

Memory’s ashes into air ascend.

Once future hopes now passed,

Vanished like the morning mist.

Neither joys nor sorrows ever last,

They only linger behind as missed.

One final creak on the year’s door,

One final sound, then nevermore.

-- Seeing the New Year In --

John Herlihy

Time to see the new year in,

As I wonder what will come.

Time to allow my head to spin,

New melody in life’s fabric spun.

I anticipate the fresh, new days,

Days and nights forward surge.

My expectations turn into blaze,

Fate’s sparks with dreams merge.

Once future hopes now passed,

Vanished like the morning mist.

New future hopes appearing fast,

To create realities in a life blessed.

A soft creak opens the year’s door,

As we wonder what life has in store.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Friday 24 December 2021