A Slightly Cynical New Year's Eve

And so it ends as it began

And now begins yet again,

The arbitrary year turning,

Content with what it was,

Complete in all its seasons,

As we celebrate not its passing

But our usual common hopes

For something more or less

Than we endured arriving here,

Almost believing we will come

This time to all that we deserve

To be and to have, and secretly

Praying this year it not be so.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-12-31 at 15:44

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I would have called it "clear-eyed" rather than cynical. For better or worse, I hear years of experience in this poem. As Mr. Stewart observed, it is very well-written.
2012-01-01


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Many a true word spoken, what is it about New Year that fills us with hope, if we haven't really learned the lessons of past years?

I don't think this is cynical as just life, as it is

Happy New Year to you

Elle x
2011-12-31



Interesting perspective on the New Year's tradition. So much more focus on what the new year will bring us than on the experience and wisdom we might have gained in the year past. And yet, it's so human to want things to be better next time around.

Perfectly rhythmic lines that express your thoughts with grace and clarity, as always.

Happy New Year.
2011-12-31