The new year slips in quietly
for the one who is alone.
No clinking of glasses
no expectant shouts
no midnight kisses.
Just another year
transitioning into the past.
No hoopla
no confetti
no fireworks.
Not even a sparkler.
But wait …
what is that I see sparkling over there?
Is it …
Oh ... no, it’s not a sparkle,
it’s a tear.
The new year slips in quietly,
but not unnoticed,
for the one who is alone.
Hana Haatainen Caye
©2011
Remember to reach out to the lonely this New Year's Eve. They're all around us.
This poem touched me. Thanks for posting it.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Donna. I'm glad it touched you, and I really appreciate your taking the time to let me know.
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