Old Year

Where does it go, the old year?

Does it vanish, disappear

On New Year’s Eve? So fleeting, fast.

Or do those twelve short months still last

In every living being’s mind?

And will historians some day find

Those pasts, like sky-blue jigsaw bits,

And try to see how each one fits

The broader picture in the frame,

Each alike, but none the same?

Where does it go, the old year?

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9 Comments to “Old Year”

  1. Love…!!👌

  2. Love..!!

  3. Brilliant, as always. Happy new year to you Elli. I for one don’t care where 2015 has gone, I am just delighted that it has!!

  4. Thanks Maria, and Happy New Year to you too! Hope the new year is a good one for you.

  5. A really good piece of poetry… Keep writing ! 🙂

  6. For me, this is genius, everything I like about poetry, easy, searching, observational, skilfull. My wife, a non poet, liked it too.

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