1997-1998

Tick, tick, tick, tick;
The minutes passing by.
Almost the midnight hour;
Suddenly a need to cry!

Five minutes now left;
A shadow is slowly cast.
Now only three minutes;
1997 will become past!

Counting those seconds;
Ten.....Nine.....Eight;
Letting go of last year;
Seven.....was it fate?

Six...Five...how we met?
Four..Three..do I care?
Two..One..it's now 1998!
I sit alone in my chair.


Copyright © 1997-98 Belda J. Covington

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Return To Newly Displayed Poetry


Return To Belda's Web of Poetry

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

All works found within these pages are the sole property of the author unless otherwise stated.

Please respect these copyrights.
Credit to each individual artist will be done on every page through out my site.
If I have wrongly given credit or failed to give it where it is due, please notify me immediately.
The background on this page was created by me using PaintShop Pro.



© 1998 Belda J. Covington