#YearEndEchoes

What can be proclaimed in a new year poetry, that hasn't been said in a million times?

The new year comes, the old year fades away.
The dreams, the tears, the fear.
The hope, the life, the laughs and memories.

Jolly voices fills the air,
as carolers sing their songs with glee.
Houses filled, roads are clear,
double the treats and triple the fair.
Children laugh and play happily with glee.

Snowflakes fall slowly upon the...