Dec 31, 2017 – willowdot21

New Year Meets Old.

Death wheeling in the New Year[/caption]

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.

Happy New Year[/caption]

Another Year

Happy New Year

Well here we are again another year older, no wiser in my case but you may well be.

I am truly grateful for all your support and kindness throughout 2017. I hope I have been as supportive to you all.

I do love you and I am grateful for all of your patience through my bad times these last few months.

Happy New Year to each and every one of you all.

Looking forward to May 19th .

Lots of love willow.

Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses prance and life goes on like a magic dance. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Look at the puppet who is she, is she the doll or is the doll me? Or am I the puppet master I do not know which is which as I spin and dance faster and fall into a ditch..

The minutes disappear as the hours fly by, days turn to weeks then months as the year flies. Suddenly we find ourselves at the very last tick, time has run out and the candle is at the end of it’s wick. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Looking out to the horizon it cannot be seen as it slowly advances like a killing machine. Devouring all in it way, leaving wreckage behind I warned you did I not time is cruel and unkind. It ravages the landscape and dirties the towns it sours your looks, spoils your figure and turns smiles into frowns. If your not watching it plays tricks on you , it messes with your head and laughs at the things that you do. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

So once again we arrive at the edge of time what is the point, but for the dates, what is before us is no different to what is behind! What is the point of all this tadoo tomorrow is tomorrow what ever you do. The world should of stopped on December thirty first but we are still here so is the weather though I’m not sure about the sun. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

The world this New Years Eve is heavily in debt , there are wars a plenty, famine , disease and pain it will all be here tomorrow I bet. So lift up your glasses and be of good cheer what was plaguing you today, tomorrow ………. it will still be all here. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

You may remember one new years eve Death took a rest when he met with the New Year and Hope he basked in their naive presence for a while shared their feelings and they made him happy , not something he experiences every day, they made him smile. Then time moved on and circumstances changed and Hope and the New Year grew older and tired. Hope became Hopeless and the New Year became the Old, worn out, used, bitter and cold.

So light your fireworks drink your toast cling on to those you love the most. Wave good bye to the ageing year and bravely step forth into a brand New Year. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses prance and life goes on like a magic dance.Dance with the devil it’s the end of the year, another will be along soon so you’ve nothing to fear! Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.