A Nearby Year Poem by George Samuel

The sound descend,
More like an outcry, than a song;
And bombshell every ear,
It has come from a nearby year;
A sign before,
Old with a mark that history bore;

It was sad to hear it sound,
By an eventful hour;
To affirm the soul of the year was lost!
For a long debt which has inadvertently burst.
And left the choice today.

If it's well enough, for the debt of the day,
By taking it's fall;
Was a kick of an eventful ball,
Not sure, if was a norm to roll around;
For the sound brought a frown,
That no one knew when our smiles depart;
Just to return to a time we were torn apart.

Every man from his meal,
Till this doomed sound was heal!