Old Year's Merry Funeral - Mechanical Poet

Grating gabble of clock

Broke the stately silence

Points got to nibble the ultimate day

Clank of sounding stroke

Melted down the calmness

My mission is done and it’s time for relay

So many radiant eyes

A show that I can’t realize

It has to be some spree

For everyone but me Thirty minutes of wait

Sunk in shining impressions

Why have I always neglected it all?

At the end of my fate

I’m still crowded with various questions

How do I solve them before I will fall?

Too many smiles around

Clue to this riddle I found

Nobody cares of my personal grief

Waiting for New Year’s Eve

Needless, outdated

Feckless, antiquated

I was welcomed like a king

And left as a broken thing

Dying, desolated

Doomed, alienated

Sunny notes of Christmas waltz

Were absolutely false

Gleeful crystalline voice of a holiday bell

Was a prelude to forthcoming knell