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.