{"id":5248,"date":"2024-12-22T11:43:20","date_gmt":"2024-12-22T11:43:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=5248"},"modified":"2024-12-22T11:43:20","modified_gmt":"2024-12-22T11:43:20","slug":"reflections-at-december-2024","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/reflections-at-december-2024\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflections at December 2024"},"content":{"rendered":"

The years march on, as I look forward
\nMore names of those gone roll from the lips
\nWhen to memory recalled, I think of them,
\nTo reverie and memory the mind slips,
\nAnd I think of them, some times a prayer say,
\nThough they don’t need it now, their troubles ended
\nTimes of sadness, of joy, all were good to know
\nThese folk now gone that I befreinded.<\/p>\n

January beckons, new growth long days,
\nTo be enjoyed with occasional stiffness and too frequent pains
\nThat I once saw others endure, I oblivius
\nTheir shared experience is what remains.
\nThe half century is closing in hard, and what about it,
\nThere are those who such an age did not get to see,
\nPray for those gone, by life and more tragic ways,
\nAnd glad for lifes pains may be going forward be.<\/p>\n

\"St<\/a>
St Mels in Longford Town<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The years march on, as I look forward More names of those gone roll from the lips When to memory recalled, I think of them, To reverie and memory the mind slips, And I think of them, some times a prayer say, Though they don’t need it now, their troubles …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155],"tags":[2354,65,4542,4541],"class_list":["post-5248","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","tag-death","tag-life-2","tag-looking-back-on-2024","tag-reflection-2024","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1mE","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":456,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/yearn-not-for-yesterday\/","url_meta":{"origin":5248,"position":0},"title":"Yearn Not For Yesterday","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"4th September 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Ah, yes, in times gone by All, it was far better then A time of chivalry and ceremony A time of ladies and gentlemen Ah, yes, in times gone by All, it was not about speed No, a time of labour and of craft Dictated to man by need. 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