New Year

A midnight vigil at the fireworks.

A squealing New Year’s promise. Hope it’s true.

But each year starts and ends just like the first.

At dreaming dinner each would help to nurse

Delusions; drunk on promises right through

To midnight vigil at the fireworks.

A year’s extension for dream’s deadline. Cursed

Be those that boast they’ll see their fancies through

When each year starts and ends just like the first.

Dying December lavishly will burst.

The sky will shatter. Yet it’s nothing new

This midnight vigil at the fireworks

Drink yourself silly; feels like you've rehearsed

Your stumbling steps; yet still deny it’s true

That each year starts and ends just like the first.

Each second will divide our time on Earth

As sharply as the last. Is each day due

A midnight vigil at the fireworks?

Still- each year starts and ends just like the first.