Eve of New Year

It's that day of the year,
When I sit and recollect,
What has happened; when and where,
And what has not yet been made aware.

Those prominent events, one will always remember,
But those everyday affairs,
Seem to be lost along the way,
A few things spring to light after a moment's thought,
Of the months April and May.

"You live, you die and everything else is just meaningless,"
Perhaps memories are slow to stir,
But not to be shaken,
For the pleasure of life is there to be taken.