Disjointed Thoughts on New Year’s Eve
Disjointed Thoughts on New Year’s Eve
Time moves.
It runs.
It races.
It flies past.
Only I stand still waiting.
No crashing meteor comes.
Perhaps I too move a little,
Say a bus stop or two.
Why do I care anyway?
Insignificant creature that I am,
Why should I care which face of this planet
Faces the sun’s same face again?
And people sing and dance,
The same moves, the same steps,
Same words, the same old tired smiles-
Cell-phones all over the world
Trying and failing to connect.
And tomorrow the sun will rise again!
I wonder sometimes:
Does even the sun care?
Orbit
Our dear old girl is once more done
Her yearly tour around the sun.
Falling stars did fall too close
But the old girl still safely goes
In the same old beaten path.
To drink her health we meet tonight.
We sing, we dance, we turn off light
And cheer her for a future bright.
And when the party ends at dawn,
We’ll return home and carry on
In the same old beaten path.
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