New Year’s Day

New Years Day short poem

Before the lights go out

And the world stops hearing music

One last song,

Let’s sing the blues away….

Before the day dims out

And people stop believing in magic,

One last picture,

Let’s paint the pain away…..

Before the night fades out

And the crowds stop swaying to rhythm

One last waltz,

Let’s dance the loneliness away….

Before the wind blows out

And the storm settles to emptiness

One last swirl,

Let’s sweep the heartache away…..

Before the clouds melt out

And the sky returns to its placid hue

One last flight,

Let’s soar to our dreams, the eagles way…

Before time runs out

And there is nothing left of today

One last moment,

Let’s wipe the bitterness away…

or let the lights be turned out,

Let the crowds melt away,

Let’s put up our easel

And create some magic,

Dance to the rhythm of the storm,

Soar to paint pictures in the clouds,

Let time be a bystander

All I have is today….

For tomorrow starts a New Year,

A new day..

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