It’s Saturday and LindaGHill is here with our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “new/knew.’” Use one, use both, use them any way you like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
Who Knew Noughts New.
It was late, the year was done and leaving no doubt
Death was pushing the New Year in 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 again
Just doing his job without complaint clearing up the fall out of mankind’s pain.
From the crashed car, to a bomb in a cafe or 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.
No time for moping said old Father Time
Get on with your work Death all will be fine.
That shiny New Year there in the pram
Will be worn out and tired like us at the end of this year’s scam.
Death gave a wave of his scythe.
Old Father Time raised his hand in reply.
Both resigned to the fact that nothing was new.
This farce was their fate over and over they knew.