Last One, Yet Not The Last

The cerulean sky

Patched with silky chunks of clouds

Discrepant chassis

With a silvery silhouette.

The setting sun

Radiating its crimson rays

With the setting of an old year

Avian creatures flying to their nest

With their shimmering pompon

Due to flickering sunbeam.

A boutonniere waving in resonance

With the placid chinook

And the whole set up

Crooning a swan song.

The omega dusk of the year

Waves in a chiliad of memories

The promises made in the very first day

Sweet happenings with the feeling of love.

A zippy dawning

A fantastic succession with perseverance

And then a head-on collision

Striking failure

A collapse following break down,

But every scene tutoring a lesson

To stand up again with courage.

And as I write on

The crescent moon punch the clock

With it's a lower meniscus

Symbolizing fiasco.

But by fits and starts chrysalis

Consummating into the most

Grandiose majestic piece

Preaches us to be in clover

And live extravagantly,

To fight with the hurdles amidst the odds

And rise to the pinnacle.

As the old year ends

And the newer one is about to begin

Brings with it a new ray of hope

To take the plunge

To accomplish our dreams

To spread our wings again

And to live again...