Another year is drawing to its end;
Christmas done, awaiting New Year's Eve.
Familiar year end gloom will now descend.
The stores implore us, 'Don't stop home, come spend'.
Some loaf at home say, 'Would you believe
Another year is drawing to its end'?
Some go to work but only to pretend.
We've sense of time that's lost we can't retrieve
Familiar year end gloom will now descend.
Regret things gone wrong, can't see they will mend;
Make resolutions don't really believe.
Another Year is drawing to an end.
Awaiting a new year, what will it send?
What will it bring? What will the world achieve?
Familiar year end gloom will now descend.
Scarcely past Christmas and yet we still tend
To get all morose and cease to believe.
Awaiting a new year, what might it send?
Familiar year end gloom will now descend.
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Second Wind
ПоэзияHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
