366 Poems in 366 Days: An Epilogue

One year starts as another one ends
So much time passes since we had the last
An evening to see what the new one sends
Today, tomorrow, all lost in the past

So much time passes since we had the last
As always I'm crept up on by the date
Today, tomorrow, all lost in the past
Two Thousand and Fourteen can't come too late

As always I'm crept up on by the date
No time to panic, can't wait forever
Two Thousand and Fourteen can't come too late
I do not mind if it arrives never

No time to panic, can't wait forever
An evening to see what the new one sends
I do not mind if it arrives never
One year starts as another one ends

This is number 366 of 365, riffing off of number 1, also a New Years pantun. I will now return this blog to it's regular programme.