Happy New Year

It’s New Year’s Eve,
We’re set to go!
What will it bring?
Do you know?

Happiness and joy?
Sorrow and tears?
Some of both –
Like other years.

This turning world,
Moves through space –
The years fly past.
And by the grace

Of some great power,
We go on –
Minute by minute,
Hour to hour.

The road ahead,
Unknown as yet –
Its highs and lows
Will soon be met.

Don’t rush along,
Take it slow.
Savor each moment,
Because you know

It goes by fast,
There is no brake.
This thing called time
Just doesn’t make

Apologies for
The concerns of man
Before you’re ready
It’s here again!

The night before
The new bell rings,
We hope so much,
For all good things,

In this new year,
And so we go –
What will it bring?
Do you know?

Happy New Year!

Too far out

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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith, “Not Waving but Drowning” from Collected Poems of Stevie Smith. Copyright © 1972