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THOUGHTS ON A NEW YEAR'S EVENING
The last sun of the year has set,
And the sea reflects the reddened gloom;
Beyond those unseen purgatory shores,
Awaits the quicksand of perennial doom.
There is little meaning in the life we lead,
Sand-filled dunes of fleeting years;
Without qualms we rush headlong;
Our smiles hiding our unwept tears.
It is an eve of merry making,
Where misery is forgotten in revelry;
It is also a time when suffering,
Looks mockingly at you and me.
When little match girls gaze at stars,
And seek from above a clue to peace,
There's so much that lies forgotten,
Lessons of ancestral histories.
While such evenings will come and go,
Little match girls, like stars, will glow.
