ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Books, Literature, and Writing

The Old Within The New,

Updated on October 14, 2012

The old within the new. -by MFB III

A sprinkle

of confetti


dots my hair,

The sweet scent

of champagne

emanates from a

blot spilled on my sweater.

The clock has just struck

twelve but I am stuck

at one...

One is the number

that still brings

little to no changes

What is new now,

is old news to me....

Because I am still "one"

as stale love staggers

in a huff off to bed

dead to my world

my needs

growing older daily

while the clock

mocks me as I play

a sad refrain

on my party blower's horn

All around the

joyous planet

limbs entwine

and lips are pressed

like sweet grapes

into fine wine,

Yet I sit here


while the scent

of old wine emptied

wafts from the splotch

splashed on my chest.

a reminder of the new

which has remained to me

still the old within.

that new, old


Now forgotten

from the days of

Auld Lang Syne.



    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No comments yet.