Soon It Will Be 2019
Soon it will be 2019,
As Santa Claus glides in
On his reindeer chariot
Millions of souls rejoice
All around the world.
The year 2018, still holding
Onto the world, in its embrace,
Has sounded its bugle of retreat
Sober and serene,
As if to atone silently
For all the hopes it carried
But failed to deliver along its way.
Still the year 2018
Has plenty to celebrate,
Though the humility
That flows in its veins ensures
The celebrations are in key low
As it prepares to take its final bow
And retreat alike its predecessors
Into the dustbin of history
To lay there at rest forever.
Soon it will be 2019,
News channels are abuzz
Flashing obituaries in piles
On what the year 2018 was
And what could it have been
As all await that instant
It will breathe its last, and
Will so usher in its successor
In a din of explosion
All in the cosmos of our minds.
The year 2019,
A year of new sprouting hopes
Where disappointments past
Will find solace in hopes new
Though much may change not
The time will move along at its rhythm
And what has to happen will happen
Without any fear of gain or loss.
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