OLD YEAR’S NIGHT by Samuel Singh

Dreams unfulfilled,
ideas lying in the gutters of
my study.
Scattered papers of thought fluttering
when the paint peeled door
opens.
It’s hands twitch further
to an hour that millions
await, and I,
turn in disgust
stressing upon my losses;
of communication,
identity,
pride
and truth;
the loss of a year many tell me; wastedss
yet, much accomplished.
Another year, minutes away
And I vow;
Never to let,Never to have,
Never to demonstrate;
fears,shortcomingsand losses.
I will; ‘carpe diem etCarpe ano.’
– By Samuel Singh