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]

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ritu
    Dec 31, 2017 @ 23:46:56

    💜💜💜

    Reply

  2. Sifan
    Jan 02, 2018 @ 09:47:59

    So exalting. Wow

    Reply

  3. Unsungpoet
    Jan 06, 2018 @ 20:26:03

    Yes, maybe a little dark but I love the brutal honesty of it and the mental image of Death and Old Father Time doin’ their thing together!

    Reply

    • willowdot21
      Jan 07, 2018 @ 07:29:16

      They must be old friends.. just imagine the three of them, Death, old Father Time and the

      Reply

    • willowdot21
      Jan 07, 2018 @ 07:32:07

      Sorry I hadn’t finished, imagine Death, Old Father Time and the baby New Year playing out the same thing year after year no escape no respite and we humans messing everything up …. Happy New Year… Remember it’s only my imagination. 💜💜

      Reply

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