Pine needles

Falling to the floor.

The tree quit taking water,

No longer thirsty.

The New Year is calling;

The clock strikes 12.

Auld Lange Syne

As I wipe tears from my

Eyes

For the loves lost.

(Thump goes my heart)

Grateful for every breath.

This year went by

Like all those past

And the quicker they go

The older I get.