Author Peter H. Lee A boy stops outside my window, tells me it is the New Year.So I look out my eastern window— the usual sun has risen.Boy, it's the same old sun, come tell me in the next world. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments