2013

This year that creeps up on the clock

Has made no friend in me,

It holds the seeds of all that may

Go wrong, adversity.

 

It drips, just like a faulty tap

Its rhythm undisturbed,

Creeps up along our boundaries,

May not be stopped, or curbed.

 

It answers only to itself

No fee may slow its chant,

Each life bleeds slowly with each tick,

Winds down our covenant.

 

I thank the year that we have seen

Pass on, and all its gains,

For we survived, and live to tell

Its laughter, and its pains.

 

But this intruder, in its cloak

Of anonymity,

Has yet to put its stamp on us

This gross humanity.

 

The millions who will pass away

Before this year is done,

Would wish to halt it in its sway,

Not write it on their tomb.

 

So let us all assault this year

With hope and pride possessed,

And blunt its sting, with deeds and cheer

Let God decide the rest!

 

David Lewis Paget

 

31 December 2012

Reviews

[Marie]

Very good...we must make the best of the new year given us...and it can be better than the one before...

I suppose your poetry rhymes because you craft your words carefully instead of just throwing them out willy-nilly. Of course I'm not a good enough writer even to question you.

[afra]

beautiful write

[Randolf Ramos]

Great poem. live today for today we live.

[Dayran]

I read somewhere that living well is the best revenge, but it's here on your pages David, do we realize that we did it with both tears and laughter. Happy New Year mate.

[Butch Decatoria]

Happy New Year!!! Love this...

[MOON]

2013, the unknown, seize the year and make it your own and let God decide the rest. Poignant lovely write.

[de_maruf]

Great last stanza

[Tate Morgan]

I like this one best of the new endeavors. We are after all just little too pretentious as a race.I think we need to give up a little worry for those things we cannot do anything about.In truth the real success for this year and every year is our survival. may we all try to be better people next year. I went to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra today as i have done for a couple years now. i like to end the year that way. It is -10 degrees Fahrenheit here tonight and no end in sight. But the fires warm as are the hearts .And to you Dave 138 poems in one year amazing . Three books this year I think How many is that total? I assume that is 22 give or take 2 or three e novels.You may one day have your own section in the library.

[Ambereen]

Its very well worded ! loved the second last stanza ! Happy New Year Sir !

[A Soap Mess Stories]

I love how your poems rhyme.