“Lovers and Lunches!”
( A New Year’s Eve poem)
by Amalia E. (Amy) Zents
Let us count our blessings instead of our years!
For today’s like any other, full of laughter, full of tears.
Unlike dogs, we humans, think it’s special and rare:
Why must we mark our calenders, with something not there?
Any day that marks the end of another doesn’t matter.
So it may be New Year's Eve, does it add to our platter?
The days, weeks, and months and years will surely pass.
And one day we shall all find ourselves beneath the grass.
So let us bind our memories up in bundles and bunches
With fond remembrances of all our lovers, and lunches.
Will life be measured sweetly, or by clocks filled with hate?
For day, month and years will never stop or wait.
They just keep rolling on, passing year after year,
Never caring, never wondering, whether we will still be here!
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