New Year Poem 2019 Lyrics, New Years Day is a special day, A year has gone and a new fresh year is starting with song and dance. It is said, and rightly so, that each new year gives one 12 new chapters and 365 more chances. “Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” – Brad Paisley. This quote is extremely meaningful for the new year. Stepping into the new year, one must also be thankful for all the people who are a part of life.
Family and friends constitute an important part of our lives and having them by our side is a true blessings. However, apart from friends and family, someone who is a huge part of one’s lives are our life partners. They are the people who stand by us through thick and thin and shower us with love and care, sometimes unconditionally.
Forgive the people who may have hurt you, let go of some people and start 2019 on a bright and fresh note as there should be no room for hate in the new year. Also, remember to pamper yourself in 2019 with a new hobby or a solo trip or a spa session. Remember to make a new year resolution because what’s the fun of celebrating new year if there are no resolutions – some to keep and some to break by mid-January, right?
New Year Poem 2019
Happy New Year Day
The rain this morning falls
on the remaining of the snow
And could wash it away. I’m able to scent
The grass once more, and the torn leaves
Being eased down into the dust.
The few loves I’ve been allowed
To hold are still snoozing
on the West Coast. right here in Virginia
I walk throughout the fields with handiest
some young cows for enterprise.
Large-boned and shy,
they are like ladies I consider
From junior excessive, who in no way
spoke, who saved their heads
Decreased and their palms crossed towards
their new breasts. those ladies
Are nearly forty now. Like me,
they should occasionally stand
At a window late at night time, searching out
on a silent outside, at one
Rusting garden chair and the sheer walls
of other humans’ houses.
They should lie down some afternoons
and cry difficult for whoever used
To lead them to happiest,
and surprise how their lives
Have carried them
this far without ever as soon as
Explaining anything. I don’t recognise
why I’m taking walks out here
With my coat darkening
and my boots sinking in, developing
With a mild sucking sound
I like to pay attention. I don’t care
In which those women are actually.
whatever they’ve made of it
They could have. today I need
to solve nothing.
I best need to walk
a touch longer within the cold
Blessing of the rain,
and lift my face to it.