` <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />There should be a vibrant atmosphere <br />at the close of this tremendous year. <br /> <br />Who'd have imagined it would bring crowds <br />from near and far and miles around? <br />But like other years it fades all too quickly, <br />then we each for ourselves new lives begin. <br /> <br />Our days and hours go by much too fast. <br />It seems nothing we built will ever last. <br /> <br />Over festive traditions we spin <br />to emerge from a dizzying daze. <br /> <br /> <br />There should be found at the end of this, <br />intact; puzzle pieces of our years, <br />whose fluttering wings shall come to rest <br />on a requited lover's heaving chest. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-much-for-an-ending-year/
