New Year’s Eve, what is New?

 

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.

 

 

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17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Deborah
    Dec 31, 2015 @ 13:41:17

    Very powerful images! Lots to think about, too. I like the way you can always make me think. 🙂

    Reply

    • willowdot21
      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! 🙂

      Reply

      • Deborah
        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! ❤

      • willowdot21
        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

      • Deborah
        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. 🙂

      • willowdot21
        Jan 01, 2016 @ 01:10:40

  2. Lisa
    Dec 31, 2015 @ 14:07:42

    Hope gets on death and Father Time’s nerves. :p

    Reply

  3. sheridegrom - From the literary and legislative trenches.
    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.

    Reply

  4. gigoid
    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

    Reply

  5. Lynz Real Cooking
    Dec 31, 2015 @ 20:47:46

    Very interesting as always Willow! many things to think about!

    Reply

  6. Dale
    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

    Reply

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