Where did the old year go?

The one that brought December snow, 

With added crispness to the air.

It’s gone for good, who knows where?


Where are all the apple trees,

Where Robins sing on gentle breeze?

Springtime, oh so short it came,

Then suddenly was gone – again. 


Then summer time and water play,

A child’s world, but for a day.

The laughter and the childhood fun,

A warmer heart for everyone. 


Then rustling leaves in golden rays,

On colored vines, on harvest days.

The pumpkin and the golden sage,

Harvest for the winter days.


Where did the old year go,

Through wind and rain, and drifting snow?

It has gone, has gone away,

But has welcomed in a New Year’s Day.