Year Ending Poem by Paul Perkins

Once new years were new. Another year ends a close and opens the mystery; what has changed and what is new. It all looks much the same and yet many things feel different. I surmise it is not the year that has changed as much as changes of thought and feeling.There has been new challenges and new experiences, but all in all, the events are not new to the world, just sometimes new to me.In youthful days there were more new experiences followed by still more and new feelings and adventures.Now in my older days, there is not as much that is new, but it rather all feels about the same.It is not the same, of course, but while past flows to present in brings the familiar. It is all about the same. Once new years where that, now they appear as added years at best. How time holds all it wishes to know! In any event, as it has been said in olden days and now, with hope of the new and unseen, we still wish and speak of "Happy New Year."