New Year’s Toast

The cricket stood up to take a look around,

One more time, and his eyes suddenly

Could not only see the present ahead,

But also, were filled with images of the past.

The year had gone by faster this time,

The cricket thought, and a slight

Feeling of sadness took over him.

The past seemed distant, and unreachable.

What does an old cricket do, when time

Is out of his control, and the days once

Long and infinite, pass like burning

Lights, without stopping by.

In which year did time start to fly,

And when will it slow down?

How does a cricket control time?

If time is elusive and distant.

Hope is a lady telling you things could

have been, and defeat says nothing

will ever be, and together they cheer for

the new year, as time carries on.