Adieu, O' Dying Year

As you release my hand

At this fag end,

Leaving me floating

In the river of time,

I reminisce all those

Unique memories made

By my tryst with you.

Some high, some low;

Some forgettable, some indelible;

Some timely, some deferred –

The memories you beset me with

Are the only lasting essence

I could treasure,

Before you depart.

Alas! What a fool was I

To run after the earthly riches

That neither would last

Like these memories of myriad hues

Nor would fetch me

My desired memories

That could’ve kept me alive

Even after my breaths retire!

As I bid you adieu, O dear year,

Wish me good for the year upcoming,

So I amass more memories –

Memories that may bring me riches

Of love earned, peace made, and lessons learned.