Emmanuel Paul Poet Free verse

The Year Turns

I sense the stillness of the hour;
A weighted silence overpowers;
I hear the ticker tock;
Mistook, 
This heavy void of space;
For a true embrace.
There was a comfort in this isolation;
Now there is invasion.

I hear bombast cheers and chinks as glasses clink

We now enter the New Year shedding the old; 
Be not afraid of what’s to find, be bold;
Set sights towards your renewed vows;
Leave pain and sorrow in the shadows;
Envisage hope and joy in universal terms;
As all united bound to this one earth.

Young Tech races, unfettered, unrelenting;
Old Social staggers to a halt, crutch bending.

For the sake of Auld Lang Syne, my friend,
For the sake of Auld Lang Syne.

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