New Year's Eve

New Year's Eve - - - - - - - - - - - - - It's a winter night Above clear, cold moon Shinning bright Over landscape and mountain And its beams Falling upon surface and stream Making it appear Like a stream of light flowing on And it's nearing the hour of midnight Pushing the final petal of the hour to fall down One last look upon thy countenance Withered and sitting alone To join the glory of ancestors Well past and gone Yet why I am sick of anything That tends to come to ending Bringing bitterness and cold And goodbye is too painful indeed I think I am getting attached Attached to wealth and comforts Attached to name and fame Then what is the cure for this ailment? Imbibe the true values of life Share your wealth and your time With those less fortunate And remember everything given By God is a loan Even our very breath is no exception A trust to be spent in the service of others Saying so disappeared the last hour of the year Giving passage to New Year To usher in New life, new joys and new aspirations