The New Year Poem by Leonard Ninwie

My father's compound was in a wake with jocund
On the old year labor's with an awaited new year
And all that must be in another revolt at an hour
Breathing in the cold breeze to deliver dawn
At a time that time himself faded in slumber
Lost in thoughts I sat by in nervous anticipation
To behold dawn and together wait the rising sun
The tired hands of the old clock struggled to death
The past year and vigilant cocks choir in the routine birth
But less than a month old before the New Year could
Walk, the exuberant compound was listless in newfangled.