HIGH WHITE CLOUDS

High white clouds scudding across a fading dusk sky encroach

Like high bright hopes of time now gone as we see another year approach.

It's no comfort to know there's no earthly chance or any way to control

The passing of the hours and days, so we must ourselves console

With thoughts of better things to come and better times ahead

While we play our part...take up a role...as we put the old year to bed

And listen to its dying breath and pray for a painless closure

.Before we put ourselves to the test meeting each annual exposure

To all that fortune holds in store - of which we must know so little;

Resolutions made - as if afraid that our convictions be so brittle

As to break at every turn and challenge the good we intend

So that we find ourselves on familiar ground as the year comes to its end.

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◄ CHRISTMAS SNOW - sung by Marcie Summers (bless her memory).

NEW YEAR CHEER - a lyric ►

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 29th Dec 2018 15:23

Thanks, Po. The rapidly approaching New Year had me ruminating
about past and future "good intentions" - and their realisation...or not! Having read it through a few times, I've "tidied up" a couple
of words/lines.
Cheers.

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poemagraphic

Fri 28th Dec 2018 19:36

High white clouds indeed.
Great piece of writing MC

I believe that we all have freewill.

So few choose to use it, believing themselves at each years end to be 'victims of fate', rather than 'the master of their own destiny'

whether you believe you can
or you believe you can't
you will probably be correct

Po

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