Another year drawing to a close,
As you muse,
A plethora of things not done,
Milestones still to reach.
If this year ever was.
For nothing changed,
The wheels of life churning usual brew.
And you trudge along,
Awaiting the advent of new hour,
When the bell will toll,
And so will you.
For one day time will be yours.
You will reach where you belong.