December 2022

an imminent goodbye to 2022!

Three hundred and more days lost in a trance

Like scarce flowers devoured by overgrown plants

Seeds scattered on desolate ground

Shadows dissipate without a sound

 

Rewinding the clock is nothing but a sham

So is turning the month back to Jan

All the magic numbers replayed again

From twelve to one there seems no end

 

I’m not yet ready for the turn of year

As they merrily count the beats down in a beer

When the “merry-go-round” thrusts for another round

My heart’s recounting precious times which did abound  

 

I’ve missed 2000, 2002 and 2020 on end

Now 2022 is hurled towards the same end

Here I stand embracing my numerical friend

When auld lang syne is bade to human friends

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

I often think of “A thousand Arabian
Nights” in a Poetic sense. Time is fleeting and more Precious as the years pass. gently, Pat

[Louisa Chan]

Thank you for your kind message Pat.
Louisa