Poem: January First

On the eighth day of Christmas My true love gave to me: eight maids a-milking… January 1st  is here bringing a new year and on this the “Eighth Day of Christmas.” Eighth is just s…

Source: Eighth Day of Christmas: Eight Maids a-Milking

Time has fled ahead,
slipping away again.
Bells chime and remind,
that early this morning,
today was forgotten;
reborn as another name.
Yesterday’s a memory drowned,
tomorrow’s not even a dream;
And here I lie, once more alone;
wondering where you’ve gone.

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