2013

2013

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

This year that creeps up on the clock

Has made no friend in me,

It holds the seeds of all that may

Go wrong, adversity.

 

It drips, just like a faulty tap

Its rhythm undisturbed,

Creeps up along our boundaries,

May not be stopped, or curbed.

 

It answers only to itself

No fee may slow its chant,

Each life bleeds slowly with each tick,

Winds down our covenant.

 

I thank the year that we have seen

Pass on, and all its gains,

For we survived, and live to tell

Its laughter, and its pains.

 

But this intruder, in its cloak

Of anonymity,

Has yet to put its stamp on us

This gross humanity.

 

The millions who will pass away

Before this year is done,

Would wish to halt it in its sway,

Not write it on their tomb.

 

So let us all assault this year

With hope and pride possessed,

And blunt its sting, with deeds and cheer

Let God decide the rest!

 

David Lewis Paget

 

31 December 2012

© 2012 David Lewis Paget


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Very good...we must make the best of the new year given us...and it can be better than the one before...

I suppose your poetry rhymes because you craft your words carefully instead of just throwing them out willy-nilly. Of course I'm not a good enough writer even to question you.

Posted 8 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Yup. of course we're a quarter into it but marking time is marking time. We humans do it. I just celebrated a birthday yesterday - and this poem makes sense to me.

Posted 8 Years Ago


It is going in my favorites. An amazingly beautiful piece! Thanks for sharing Tate!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice. I like the cautious optimism embedded in the gothic sense of morose. Always good to see new and interesting things from you and hope for to see many more from you this year from you and many more years to come. Alas we all feel the ticking clock to some degree or the other and hopefully our body of work will grow to be a testament to the kind of people we are before that clock runs out.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very well put together. Best wishes hope it is good to you.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This makes me think of all I've lost and all I could obtain. Thought provoking.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Happy New Year, don't cry in your beer, don't worry the dead, what's been said is said
and you'll soon be awake my dear for love and good cheer.

sorry for the contrary

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

keep it up! great piece indeed!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great write .A rhythmic flow of words run across with a positive note at last.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i really like this poem, it has a really good rhythm and holds so much great hopes for the future ahead, and the unrelenting force of time is vividly portrayed here. i only wish i had seen this sooner haha. great write!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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