Cycles and seasons throw their weight on us,
Forcing our legs and hips to move to their impatient rhythms…
Like how it was January few days ago,
And now we’re sticking our feet out of december,
Heads impatiently poking into the pristine glow of a new year.
Time lost can’t be gained,
Just like years spent don’t cycle back to us.
So goodbye forever 2019,
Share our memories with 2020,
Tell her I’m growing, learning …and ready,
Most importantly,
…beg her, make her be good to me.
-M.T
This poem is one of those I wrote for the good bye series last year. You can check them out on my blog http://Thepenndoctor.wordpress.com
Beautifully woven. Simple even.