My Song Like Years Rose End Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My song like years rose end
Of promises of tomorrow
Each dewdropp in daybreaks blend
That flows in its clear sorrow
Old time may soon be forgotten
As new ones here will start
Like old roads that are tauten
And lie to the other part

So many words have been written
To give their mean true
Of given ways and what lies hidden
That now soon shall renew
Our promises to make this best
Of any year that has been
Shall in the end of it though rest
What become remains to be seen

This day has its night calling
From few hours till now
The year of 2009 is falling
Onto the deep times brow
And every its way that had its bliss
Shall only become memories
In oblivion untruthful kiss
That nothing but fact there sees

My song like tears on glow
From the sun falling days
Now outside is cold winter snow
With its many darkish ways
And its playful mood of this and that
That never becomes too clear
For what we know is what we had
Till the end of this old year

I have not hope for anything
Or wishes to become of reality
My heart now for peace will sing
And for everything that must be
And rest this year in its forsake
To carry freshly dreams there on
And let us in the New Year wake
What hope has in the old one gone

So much is still for futures saying
That no one shall surely know
Like wind the trees are swaying
To make the fallen snow go
So is all our words of given thought
What we must make and then do
This is a life what shouldn’t and aught
And everything is up to me and you

- Happy New Year! -