Last Day

by Jem Croucher

 

Last day looms on first day’s eve
Twenty fourteen breathes its last
The year of five and fifty summers
Slips away and fades now fast

But though it leaves with things I’ve lost
I leave it with plenty gained
That wisdom born and seated deep
Gives yearning still retained

Now with the sunrise of a new year’s dawn
I sit quietly here in candle flames
Reflection fades and hope renews
As one year goes and one remains

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2 Comments to “Last Day”

  1. So nice…unique picture too… 🙂

  2. Thank you Colly. Picture snapped last night when I wrote the poem!

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