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.

[Valentine]

Wonderful write..and I to prefer the rhyming poems..Yours also often tell a story of past history or natural things..You are the best story teller I ever read..love Kathie

[Sheila Kline]

Your words ring in the New Year with wisdom and in perfect form.........as always my friend! The next to last verse is my favorite! Oh my! This year is preparing her birthing bed to welcome a new arrival!!

[David Scott]

Yes David! Great last stanza! We shall. Indeed with blessed ignorance we shall hope!

[Rob Santana]

How true it is that many people do die days before a new year.no matter what there is no stopping death or the new year that creeps up on us. Well written.