At stroke of twelve midnight, New Year is born!
The world moves on in time to new a phase,
As history leaves with memories adorn;
Most nations brace themselves up for rat-race!
The old year’s failures must be made up fast;
Some newer strategies could bring success;
No wasteful brooding can undo the past;
Some leaders aim to do things by duress!
Yet, Nature’s furies tend to unnerve all;
More food and cash are needed for mouths new;
Unity seems to be the clarion call;
So planners think with depth to cast a view.
Though predictions and strategies could fail,
Yet, wisdom, labour help life’s ship to sail!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 31-12-2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem