NEARLY
THERE
In less
than an hour it will be 1997.
In this
short time do you remember?
Do you
shrug off the past to make way for the future
or do you hold
on to the dying year
seeing
every minute disappear before your eyes?
On this,
the last day we have been covered by snow
and frozen
by the cold as the old God Cronus turns
his hour
glass over for another year.
He carries
a scythe in his other hand and has a laugh
that turns
us to dust.
We stand
tall and are proud to welcome the new year.
I remember
my other years falling by the wayside one by one.
I know it’s
wrong to wish away the days
for if we
do we won’t have any left until…?
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