Every year a New Year comes
and there is so much celebration.
Blind human hardly realize
one year of life has gone in vain.
So little could be realized,
so many faults repeated,
and most resolutions forgotten.
The world hardly changed,
opulance become more glaring,
and many became more impoverished.
Some became more daring
with more blatant acts.
Some left all hope
and expected God only could
take them out of their rot.
Though day and night are God made,
calenders are very human,
clebrating fictitious human triumph.
A New Year means nothing.
It is a marker of human convenience.
A play-thing made to be played with,
for they do not know
what to do with their glorious lives.
Thus a New Year comes
as another goes in vain.