A new drum rolls to update and awaken
Thoughts forgotten, wishes forsaken.
The closing of a show pulls the curtains of time:
Another year gone with its pitfalls and prime.
Ideas shunned, lessons secretly learnt
Bonds fostered while hearts were being burnt
Some dreams caught fire, some homes saw light
Some charms faded in the cold of the night.
A year, like all, that began ecstatic
Then fell in place like stonewashed magic
But kill it could not what hope could sing
Come New Year and again, hope is a good thing.
Twenty sixteen will walk across and out
Life will move on without a doubt.
What’s in store? That’s ours to find.
The present will serve a composed mind.
31 December 2015