Death of 2008

Written by: valerie bellefleur

The dying year old, bent and grey of hair
with a heart that grew weak and a soul that ached
lay in a hospital bed as the minutes ticked away

He knew his time was near as he thought back
at his lovely birth in the cold of a January morning
and how he marvelled at life all around

Young and vibrant he embraced the season
sending cupid out to break February hearts
watching the March snow disappear

Smiling at April rains and May blossoms
kissing the first red rose of June that climbed to the sun
joining in the fireworks and picnics of July

Gazing down on the yellow sunflowers of August
and wishing for summer to last forever
feeling so melancholy when September appeared

Crying with the changing leaves of October
as he knew his reign was slowly dying
he pulled a heavy coat over aging shoulders

In the dampness of a dreary November 
he longed for the first snow of December
and the smiles of the children's faces

Now as his time slowly runs down
he hears the lusty cry of the baby 2009
and on the last chime of twelve

he pulls the sheet up over his face
and slips away peacefully 
into the book of time past..