Final Stanzas of the Year
Final Stanzas of the Year


As twilight drapes the waning days,
A golden thread through time's cast maze,
The year prepares its last refrain,
A melody of joy and pain.
Each moment etched, a verse divine,
In the anthology of time.
Laughter, tears, the dreams we wove,
All gathered in this fleeting cove.
The clock's soft ticking—steady, clear,
Marks the final stanzas of the year.
A whispered prayer, a hopeful sign,
Beneath the ever-changing sky.
For endings bloom where dawns begin,
And every loss hides seeds within.
As midnight strikes, we boldly steer
Toward the songs of a brand-new year.