A Little Northamptonshire Poetry to Help 2011 On The Way John Clare's The Old Year's gone away ; The Old Year's gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place In either shade or sun: The last year he'd a neighbour's face, In this he's known as none. All nothing everywhere: Mists we on mornings see Have more substance when they're here And more of form than he. He was a friend by every fire, In every cot and hall - A guest to every heart's desire, And now he's nought at all. Old papers thrown away, Old garments cast aside, The talk of yesterday, All things identified; But times once torn away No voices can recall: The eve of New Year's Day Left the Old Year lost to all. Good luck in 2012.
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