Watching The Old Year Die Part 1

We’re planning fondue
for New Year’s Eve
an allegory for the year we leave,
parts we’ve lived,
scenes we’ve seen –
small pieces of the year that has been.

Rare and red,
seared in oil,
days of pain,
nights of turmoil.

Soft and cheesy,
some sweet, some tart,
some authentic,
some playing a part.

365 little bits –
some were tasty
and some were the shits.

©2916 Sharron R. McMillan

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2 Responses to Watching The Old Year Die Part 1

  1. hernibs says:

    I know you can relate. Blessings for another good year for you and yours.


  2. Heather says:

    Great idea. Loved the poem. Thanks for a good chuckle!



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