Turn the Calender Over

On the 31st day, the last of the 365
He was full, he was done
The stars beckoned him from a distance
As he turned to look back and reflect
He realized that this moment must mark and end
And era gone, not forgotten nor lamented

Countdowns with the tick-tock of the clock
The anticipation of the big moment
"Another chance," he says to himself
A new day, 365 to give it a go
To truly test if this was lesson learned or old hat

The crescendo of this living symphony
Midnight, the bells and whistles echo throughout the zones
One by one, 60 minutes at a time
His time is now, his emotion overflows and burns like fire
Yesterday in ashes at the sound of the old day passing
Reborn like the Phoenix, he feels the rejuvenation of the new day

Now emptied of the former days, he is ready to go on
Drop the dead weighted destruction he once called happiness
Severed the links that pulled him down to the lowest moments
And breathes the air, a much fresher breath with stretched wings
This day and the others of the 365 are all speculation and mystery
But they are what the others are not
They are new hope for something brighter
Something better than before

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I'm still working on carrying out my resolutions and your poem reminds us so beautifully of time and days. Time is man-made and causes us to reflect on our life. I really enjoyed your whole poem but your lines...
..."The crescendo of this living symphony
Midnight, the bells and whistles echo throughout the zones..."
...are quite breathtaking. Beautiful.