Thursday, December 31, 2015

New Year’s Eve/Day

New Year’s Eve/Day

The ball drops, 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1;
2015 retreats into history, 2016 advances as mystery.

Another year gone, wasted, squandered, savored, perhaps even treasured;
            like Mary, pondering and wondering about all these things;

Books read and unread, movies seen and unseen, friends present and missing;
            family times shared, birthdays celebrated, anniversaries acknowledged.

Trips, adventures, hopes, and dreams postponed, put-off, delayed and
            probably canceled, deleted, in fact, never to be?

The noise makers trumpet, the confetti  poppers explode in bright colors,
            couples share a fairy tale kiss hoping that their lives will magically,
 wonderfully change in the New Year. 


Dewey said...

Nice. I'll be discussing the fairy tale kiss with Elizabeth. I'll tell you how that turns out.

Chuck Schwartz said...

Smooch away. I'm not certain where these reflections are comin from but fun to write.