Non-Erotic PoetryThe New YearThe year gone by knocked on my door
Before its departure, on the New Year’s Eve
And asked me-Will you ever remember me?
Will you turn ever aback the pages of history
And say to yourself- Year 2007 is where I want to be?
For a second his words robbed me of mine
And I sat down and said to my truest self-
Was 2007 really a good year?
Did my good deeds surpass my bad ones?
Or did I actually make more people sad than happy?
Did I start using this year as a pure, blank copy
Only to end up blotting it with things I don’t want to recall?
All these questions made me dizzy, yet I needed answers.
I looked up for assistance but found myself alone.
And suddenly I could hear sounds of crackers,
And the happy voices of people welcoming the New Year.
But I couldn’t join in their excitement
As the past year’s questions left me in turmoil
And robbed of my enthusiasm for a new beginning.
I could feel 2007’s haunting glare upon my back,
As I went forward with just one coherent thought-
WHAT WENT WRONG???
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