Death of 2008
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..
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