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.
2 comments:
Nice. I'll be discussing the fairy tale kiss with Elizabeth. I'll tell you how that turns out.
Smooch away. I'm not certain where these reflections are comin from but fun to write.
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