So there's this new tradition which I began a year, or two ago (I dont remember, strangely enough), where I would make a poem about the end of the old year, and the start of the new.
Normally, I shared those via whatsapp to a few friends, but this time I'm gonna post it.
As for the title of this post, its a reference to the way the 3 day cycle works in Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
Normally, I shared those via whatsapp to a few friends, but this time I'm gonna post it.
As for the title of this post, its a reference to the way the 3 day cycle works in Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
Anyway, Enjoy :)
Ladies and gentlemen, we bid 2018 adieu,
which started on a monday, so it shall too end,
A year so long, it felt like two,
leaving that negativity behind, as a way to ammend.
A year in events, though not all bad,
In personal growth, this year was rich,
made richer still, with memories we've had,
though happier now, at the end of this kitsch.
End of the old year, almost 8760 hours we spent,
in graduations, birthdays, and a smile on our face,
in tears, woes, break-ups, and things we lament,
though hours run out soon, this final race.
Look to the light now, instead of the dark,
as we start to count once more, 8760 hours remain,
To the year yet to be, to share its spark,
to better times, a mix of all things insane.
Wishing all of you a Happy New Year. :)
(At the time of posting this, the world has already hit the new year in a couple of places.
Russia is gonna be either incredibly fun, or suffering an extremely long New Years, cos it has 11 different unique time zones)
