Whispers Of Time Poem by Noen Muti

As twilight falls on the fading year,
Whispers of memories draw near.
A tapestry woven with joy and strife,
Each thread a chapter in the book of life.

The clock ticks down, a rhythmic beat,
Echoing moments, both bitter and sweet.
Reflections dance in the waning light,
A kaleidoscope of days taking flight.

Resolutions made, some kept, some lost,
In the journey of time, the ultimate cost.
A symphony of endings, a crescendo near,
Auld Lang Syne, the familiar cheer.

Yet in the silence of the closing night,
Hope is kindled, a shimmering light.
For the end is but a prelude, a doorway,
To a new chapter, a fresh array.

So let the echoes of the past year fade,
Embrace the future, unafraid.
In the tapestry of time, we find,
Endings are beginnings, intertwined.