Soon It Will Be 2019

Soon it will be 2019, As Santa Claus glides in On his reindeer chariot Millions of souls rejoice All around the world. The year 2018, still holding Onto the world, in its embrace, Has sounded its bugle of retreat Sober and serene, As if to atone silently For all the hopes it carried But failed to deliver along its way. Still the year 2018 Has plenty to celebrate, Though the humility That flows in its veins ensures The celebrations are in key low As it prepares to take its final bow And retreat alike its predecessors Into the dustbin of history To lay there at rest forever. Soon it will be 2019, News channels are abuzz Flashing obituaries in piles On what the year 2018 was And what could it have been As all await that instant It will breathe its last, and Will so usher in its successor In a din of explosion All in the cosmos of our minds. The year 2019, A year of new sprouting hopes Where disappointments past Will find solace in hopes new Though much may change not The time will move along at its rhythm And what has to happen will happen Without any fear of gain or loss.