End of an age
Shimmering through the darkness,
And many shades of gray,
A beam of light , glowing softly
Connects the coming day.
It’s the end of an age,
At last the year is through,
Madness, sadness, ecstasy,
Feelings in shades of crimson and blue.
Vacant space on the wall,
The clock had stopped its ticking sound.
Footsteps, do I hear them now?
I walk about and look around.
My room is a kaleidoscope of events,
In the present, future and all that’s been.
I escape in the deep of night
To distant lands I have never seen.
Soon, early light will wash the windows
In the shades and hues of a crimson dawn,
Happy New Year, to all of us
In the colours of a brave new morn.
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