another New Year

I sit here, pen in hand
wondering what to write
all alone and pondering
on this New Year's Eve night

It's after midnight, a new year begins
what will it have in store
sickness and heartache
we don't need anymore

I struggle and strain for 365 days
and then I feel like this
what's the purpose of it all
If I died, would I be missed

Every New Year, I try to be happy
but the year ends up very bad
maybe this will be a great year
cause right now I'm really sad

They say life is what you make it
I don't think that's true
I try to make it wonderful
but end up feeling blue

So as the clock ticks away the hours
of this, a brand new year
I will sit back and reflect
as I brush away a tear.

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