Poetry challenge: New Year poem
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Last day’s here on New Year’s Eve
Twenty-sixteen breathes its last
The year of fifty-seven summers
fading quickly to the past
It leaves me with a good deal gained
although also with a cost
With Bowie, Prince and Leonard Cohen
and many other loved ones lost
So I’m looking forward to the next one
for some promise and good cheer
As there’s so much to look forward to
with the arrival of New Year
©Jemverse
[Photo – West Beach, Shoreham, New Year’s Eve – Jempics]
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