We stepped through the open door,
when we left that year behind.
A brand new day with another chance,
let us cast the old from our mind.
We wiped our feet as we happily crossed,
that threshold from the past.
Sang out with the old and in with the new,
but do sentiments ever last.
Some did not make it through the door,
we hold their memories near.
With some new pictures on the wall,
faces that are not yet clear.
We remember those difficult endings,
so full with pain and sorrow.
Ravaged by all that hurt they caused,
hoped and prayed for tomorrow.
But the darkest of days has now passed,
and spring will be fresh and new.
There is sure to be brightness up ahead,
just look up and you’ll see it too.
So what will the next year bring home,
maybe repeat mistakes of the past.
Those fresh resolutions that we made,
will those promises ever last.
One day we might see it’s all a trick,
as there’s really no old and new.
What happens to us purely dictated,
by the things that we say and do.
~ Liza
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I loved this poem, especially this line,
‘We wiped our feet as we happily crossed,
that threshold from the past.’
The last two line leave a lasting impression of Karmic ways and how fate is written.
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Thanks for that Amitav, as I wasn’t sure about it. I know what I was feeling but those feelings are sometimes so difficult to put into words. I’m happy you liked it.
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Sometimes, as a poet/writer we are sure of the feelings withing but words prove to be inadequate at the same time to express them as we would like it. But poetry does have away of revealing the feelings as verses are always straight from the heart.
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Thanks you, yes you are right, and if we speak from the heart it should be said however inadequate we feel our words might be.
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Profound!
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🙂
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