It was late, the last day of the year was done and leaving no doubt
Death was pushing in the New Year as Old Father Time was on his way out.
Everywhere plans were being made for beginnings shiny and new
Death and Old Father Time raised an eyebrow it was all rubbish, they knew.
Death knew he would spend his time as he did time and time again
Just doing his job with out complaint , clearing up the fall out of mankind’s pain.
From the crashed car, to a bomb in a cafe, a knife fight in the dark
A plane crash, train wreck, a war ,climbing accident or tragedy in the park.
Old Father time had seen it all , in technicolour more than once before
He patted Death on the shoulder as he trudge towards the sunrise once more.
He slipped on spilt blood on the floor and stepped over miss chances
He knew them so well, he passed by the plotters and suicides ready for one way dances.
A cry from the pram made the old guys both jump,
Why did hope always arrive at this time of year, in this dump
The New Year was gurgling and burbling with joy, eyes bright on horizons new
Painting rosy lies across the world, closing it’s eyes to badness and feelings of blue.
willowdot21 
Dec 31, 2015 @ 13:41:17
Very powerful images! Lots to think about, too. I like the way you can always make me think. 🙂
Dec 31, 2015 @ 14:18:53
I feel very strongly about New Year and it is not all good. I am glad though that I make you think! 🙂
Dec 31, 2015 @ 14:23:42
You’ve always been good at that. As for the other, I do think that people put way too much stock in the whole thinking the new year is a clean slate. It’s like we can somehow walk away from everything that’s problematic in our lives and enter the new one with nothing more than wishful thinking. So again, we’re back to that thinking thing. Don’t ever stop, Willow! ❤
Dec 31, 2015 @ 17:53:42
I shall do my best Deborah, call me miserable old grouch but if you go to bed broke, depressed and hungry you will wake up exactly the same! But still I shall wish you the very best for 2016 xxxxxx
Jan 01, 2016 @ 00:55:57
Very true, but sometimes things shift when we least expect. If they didn’t, I would have given up a long time ago. 🙂
Jan 01, 2016 @ 01:10:40
❤
Dec 31, 2015 @ 14:07:42
Hope gets on death and Father Time’s nerves. :p
Dec 31, 2015 @ 14:19:20
Hope certainly does but I think it is because they would like things to turn out better!!
Dec 31, 2015 @ 16:33:18
Another post of yours speaking to the very core of man’s existence. Your writing digs deep into the soul and into the heart. I do hope your work is being compiled for a collection of literary thoughts and your poetry. Dear one, you are absolutely amazing. With love and best wishes for a New Year that treats us more kindly than the year being whisked away.
Dec 31, 2015 @ 17:51:09
Yes Sheri I pray you and Tom have a much better year!! ❤
Dec 31, 2015 @ 16:58:07
Milady Willow….
In 2016, may you live in the shelter of each other, as people do…. Be well, and happy as you may….
Love
Ned, aka, gigoid
Dec 31, 2015 @ 17:50:00
Happy, healthy 2016 to yuo dear Ned!
Dec 31, 2015 @ 20:47:46
Very interesting as always Willow! many things to think about!
Dec 31, 2015 @ 21:54:30
It is so true. So much stock is put into the “new beginning” of a new year. Still, like the cry from the pram, if it is an occasion to make better choices, to continue growing as a person to never stop learning, then it can’t be so bad…
Happy 2016 to you and yours, Willow! xo
Jan 01, 2016 @ 01:14:03
And to you and your’s too dear friend xxx
Jan 01, 2016 @ 01:25:45
xoxo
Jan 01, 2016 @ 08:28:39
🙂