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On New Year’s Eve

On New Year’s Eve Poem

New Year Poem
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On new year’s eve 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 is 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?

On New Year’s Eve

We make middle of the night a Marquette of the 12 months:
frost light glinting off snow to solemnize
the vows we offer to ourselves in near
silence: the opposition shimmer wise
of champagne and chandeliers to draw
laughter and cheers: the glow from the fire
reflecting the burning intra-red p.c.
among beloveds: we cosset the distance
of a fey hour, anxious gods molding our
hoped-for Adams with this temporal clay:
every folks edacious for shining or
rash enough to suppose sacrifice will stay
this fugacious time: whilst stillness suspends
power in balance, as passions
war with passions for sway, the thoughts wends
toward what’s to come: a call thump of fashions,
ersatz smiles, crowded days: a cold reduce
that severs soul from bone: a long aching
quiet in which we will hear not anything but
the clean crack of our guarantees breaking.

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