There's No New Year Poem by david lessard

There is no New Year,
There is no yesterday;
No brand new road to plow,
Only this moment, only now.

There is no New Beginnings,
There is no future as we go;
Only this second feeting by,
Only this minute to quickly ply.

Nothing new under the sun,
Nothing that hasn't been said;
Nothing that hasn't been read,
Nothing that hasn't been done.

Seasons come and seasons go,
But time is not their master;
The river to the sea does flow,
With age, it runs much faster.

One day, your young,
The next, your old...
All songs have now been sung,
All that glitters is not gold.

The New Year is a myth,
It's hope that's sprung anew;
Time matters only to a season,
Not to me and not to you.