The Year Turns

I sense the stillness of the hour, A weighted silence over-powers, I hear the ticker tock, Mistook, This heavy void of empty 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.