Fleeting.

Here is a sample of my feelings about the new year.

Another day.

Another year.

Why is it that

As I grow older

Time speeds up?

Where has my

Childhood gone?

Wasn’t high school

Supposed to be fun?

Happy New Year.

X many down, 

Y many to go.

How many New Years

Do I have left?

How many 

Have I wasted?

How many more

Will I let

Pass me by with out

Looking up?

I don’t get

A second chance 

To be three.

I don’t get 

Another shot

At high school.

At anything.

What I get

Is what’s left of my life.

What’s ahead of me.

Maybe it’s

Time

That I start

Living.

Maybe one day

I’ll be able to say,

With authenticity,

“Happy New Year”.

Author's Note

Wow so you guys are familiar with my late night rough style.. but this time I didn't even read back over it.. proceed with caution.
If this poem doesn't strike your fancy.. you could always check out some of my other work, and leave a review ;)

Reviews

[Bee C.]

So true... The older you get, the more wishes there are to be able to go back...
Oh, but this is lovely. A very thoughtful piece, and I think it reflects how most people really think of the new years as they pass. Maybe one day we can call it a New one, right? Good job on this poem as always.

[Jennesis]

It is true. Time really speeds up as we get older. That's why you have to live in the moment. Nice job.

[Gee]

Yep,like this.New year,same life etc.Seldom anything changes bar age.

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

Good job, oh how we run through life as youth and look back saying, "I wish I would have done.." Very truthful piece, loved it.

[floraleverything]

Thanks! I love the usual upbeat NYE poem.. but they just aren't completely my reality.

[Don't just B, but B amazing!]

Nor most peoples, I believe that is why I enjoyed this one so much. Because of it's many truth's.