The remainder of 2021 now
Dwindles in the hourglass as
I collect my scattered thoughts
Walking around the marina.
A lone fisherman sits mending
His nets with an eagle eye.
Nets mended with skill and
Dedication, and even love.
But that's life, we all have nets
That have to be repaired at some
Time with love and care as nets,
Hope and love are the fabric of life.
I sit in a cafe watching the gulls
Overhead, with their taunting
Cries as they circle in the chill air.
They have no nets to mend.
They have no memories either,
Scavenging day to day for meals
Where no love is lost in the circles
Of their lives, unlike us humans.
2021, in its cold and final state,
Begins to close it's shutters
For a final time leaving only our
Memories that never sleep.
The hour glass will turn, and a
New Year will open with a plethora
Of accumulated problems of Covid
And climate change, but also of hope.
I really like this end-of-year poem! Thanks for posting, and Happy New Year!
Difficult to control the hourglass but our own act can be planned carefully. Nice poem, Wishing you and your family a very Happy, Prosperous Year 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2021, in its cold and final state, Begins to close it's shutters For a final time leaving only our Memories that never sleep.---A great poem at the end of the year 2021.Wish you David a Very Happy New Year 2022.
Happy New Year to you too and yr family Bharati.