Out with the Old

An old one (2013) but still pertinent, I think.

On the 31st of December
the New Year will arrive
in the guise of a young child
who’ll keep our dreams alive
but Old Father Time
seems reluctant to go.
Why he dilly-dallies  
we shall never know
because during his tenure
the annus was horribilis
whereas we were promised
an annus quite mirabilis.
There is nothing wonderful
in conflicts and unrest,
in refugees and misery,
in poverty and means test.
Perhaps the old geezer
was hoping for green shoots
but a cartel of bankers
by working in cahoots
made sure that the economy
remained at a standstill.
Events here and abroad
continued to bode ill;
any attempts at peace
were all rendered void;
the job market declined,
the youth were unemployed.
We hope but can’t be sure
that this incoming boy
will improve matters
and be a bringer of joy.

© Luigi Pagano 2013


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Wonderful Luigi! I loved the pic which was perfect for the poem. No wonder he was fed up with what’s going on in the world. His annus must have been giving him gyp! I always feel very emotional at New Year as the old year retires. I see the striving of the goodness of people the world over, against a backdrop of corrupt governments and so much needless suffering. I give thanks for what I have and all those I love and it takes courage to face the New Year with optimism. However, right will prevail eventually. Light always conquers… Read more »


“I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.” – William Butler Yeats


Has that little lad got a Chancellor’s bag with a fantastic new budget inside which will offer dignity to all and thus transform civilisation? Probably not… it could well be his dirty PE kit for his Mum to wash. Great new year poem!

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