New Year Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz

New Year’s Eve night is drawing near
To announce the obvious truth I know well.
Yet I am waiting for the New Year
As if only its first hour could tell

How lonely nights can be never-ending,
And sad, and miserable, and empty.
At midnight the clock will strike: “You-are-aging…”
I’ll hear it out, but will be too sleepy

Not to agree or deny it strongly.
So, I’m waiting bravely for the New Year.
Though the last hours are dragging slowly,
The portent of new chances seems near.

It’s high time for my New Year’s resolutions,
For my hopes woven with shadow-like patterns,
For still the same dreams and the same actions -
Happy New Year and many happy returns…