A new year dawns
The old one passes
Amid wild cheers
of screaming masses
Yet I cannot help
The shedding a tear
What's past is gone
The future's unclear
So many have gone by
Now part of history
And what is to come
Is such a mystery
Thanks be for all
Who have touched me
And all yet to come
Whom I cannot foresee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very touchy description. But a half-empty cup can also be looked as half-full. Namaste!