ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

NEW YEAR'S DAY


Last year, a lot of things I hoped to do,
but can't go back, and make correction to
the gains and faults that fall behind so fast;
that year is just the mind that thinks the past.

The most enduring moments pass away;
so soon to-day becomes but yesterday.
What's now, is briefly seen, then turns to flee.
When do the days become a memory ?

Ahead the path unseen; another year
on trust. A world existing as idea.
Not yet to leave behind the nevermore,
nor yet to see what lasts for evermore.

Thanks Matt. I hope there's good things for you in the coming new year.

There's still time Neville. Enjoyed the read.

Heather

Thanks Heather. Hope you have a good year. I know your poetry is going good.