Pause the drama on this stage
Look back, and open the door
The Ghosts are creeping through the page
The last one, see they are miming
Church bells are chiming and you still ticking
Preachers and congregation are rejoicing
Hey freeze and no more tocking
Look,see they are weeping oceans and mincing
And you keep laughing; tick tock tick tock
Now I see a dead year,climaxed with minutes of jubilations
Look,see that was my friend,and my dreams
You opened them not and they rest not too.
Look,see she said New Me last year and this year and next year.
Nothing changed, I wish I stopped ticking
Yet there is hope for the Living and ghosts
Sew the Old years under your Born year.
Writer: Samuel Oti Atakorah
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