Life is short,
it just goes by,
With all its
color, and the shadows,
It stares right
through, tearing apart,
Clenching from
the soul,
Awaiting the
fight to go on,
The words on
paper glisten,
The fresh ink
gleaming on the parchment,
Weary are the
hands, heavy is the head,
Just the toll
scribbling has on us,
Celebration
awaits, a party so magnificent,
Held away just
by the couple,
The couple of
time and the last hurdle,
It’s the last
fight, the last stand,
One last jump to
make for the year,
A push before
the New Year slows down,
A rush before
the calm of the New Year sets in,
It’s a funny
feeling, of excitement and anxiety,
Of fear and
hope, of curiosity and desire,
The passion
pushes on, a kick to strive,
It’s a one way
street- exertion,
And it’s just
for a day, a moment, a time,
Just the last
time, one last time,
Before the end
of the year,
One last stand,
one last fight, one last hurdle,
Then no more,
No falling, no
slipping, no going down,
Up is the way,
and it’s new.
