Another number becomes history soon.
A little change in the digits is that all?
To make a heap of happenings doom,
In the pool of past, only to recall?
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The counting starts and stops at a dozen,
A part of the sociological cycle, ever since childhood;
Yet the mortal pains of letting go, goes on.
Habits I guess are the worst of addictions,
We love to see the new, but holding on
To the last few residues of an yesterday,
dream of new year with passion
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The counting starts and stops at a dozen, A part of the sociological cycle, ever since childhood; Yet the mortal pains of letting go, goes on. Habits I guess are the worst of addictions, We love to see the new, but holding on To the last few residues of an yesterday, dream of new year with passion