Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!
Do I regret about it? Hell, no!
Time and tide wait for none.
So,2018 will be gone in its turn! !
Past is past and past never last;
A year goes away like the gust.
Nothing stays, nothing lives forever!
So is the year which is just a number! !
The solar system fixed the atmosphere.
We calculated and made month and year!
To track down when and what happened;
Years, numerology were made or mended! !
Modern humans are doing things different
With AC or BC, they record as the historic event.
We titled whole 12 months as a year.
Year is used to track down to better remember! !
Losing one year and getting another;
So been happening with us forever!
I accepted the fact of losing the past age!
So far, I go on and on and I can manage! !
For losing two thousand Eighteen why should I be sad?
Because, the cyclic order in the nature isn't at all bad!
Connectivity and sentiment also rotate.
Nothing is still but moves on and so is the fate! !
I accepted the fact of losing the past age! So far, I go on and on and I can manage! ! nothing is still but moves on...... relentless flow of time and our age, , , , , , , , we dont lose anything...... but it is so. it is the way of nature. very nice reflective poem dear poet. thank u. tony
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For losing two thousand Eighteen why should I be sad? Because, the cyclic order in the nature isn't at all bad! ......so touching and true my dear friend, you have composed it a most beautiful poem on tinme and turn. Thanks for sharing.10
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its convocation coming love with farewell speech all were good all are good farewell to good ..../// beautiful poem