Last day of the year, Today,31st December, dear, I hope you all on this very day, Stay and enjoy without fear. Live a life of human being With compassion, forgive And forget all for any action. Live a life with nectar, my dear, And see, everyone as your Near and dear and keep all Together, treat them as One family members, all love, All peace be with you During the whole next new year.
Black glove at my neck- the end of the year. Those lovers were soldiers, bed spies, bombs of leg losing, the mind dropping in one blow.
Masters of bullets, sacred sabotage, reasons why I listened to the radio blaring the sweet song of someone else's bad news.
Voices of valleys in the distance, sinking at the notice of runaway trains, the apocalypse-what little we know of it, the quiet contemplation of last night's champagne.
I search for any light in the flickering distance, as the sound of the unknown approaches.
I sat with chill December Beside the evening fire. "And what do you remember," I ventured to inquire, "Of seasons long forsaken?" He answered in amaze, "My age you have mistaken; I've lived but thirty days."
As human life begins and ends with woe, So doth the year with darkness and with storm. Mute is each sound, and vanish'd each fair form That wont to cheer us; yet a sacred glow— A moral beauty,—to which Autumn's show, Or Spring's sweet blandishments, or Summer's bloom, Are but vain pageants,—mitigate the gloom, What time December's angry tempests blow. 'Twas when the "Earth had doff'd her gaudy trim, As if in awe," that she received her Lord; And angels jubilant attuned the hymn Which the church echoes still in sweet accord, And ever shall, while Time his course doth fill, 'Glory to God on high! on earth, peace and good will!'
