“HAPPY NEW YEAR” is the strident cry,
When hands on the big clock reach midnight.
Another year has passed swiftlyly by,
And the Times Square mob shouts with delight.
CRYSTAL FLUTES of icicles dripping,
From eaves and wires along the streets.
Behind a cloud the moon is slipping,
As the last day of the year retreats.
Crowds of revelers BURSTING with cheer,
Unsure what source of jubilation;
After all, it’s just another year,
Hardly the first for our nation.
When we are young, SLOWLY years unfold,
But, as we age, time flies quickly past.
The glow of youth turns each day to gold,
Waiting are the gray days at the last.
But, for now, enjoy the CITY LIGHTS,
Join the celebration of the crowd.
Put aside pending pain, human plight,
Tonight, no gloomy thoughts are allowed.
Perhaps, find time to get a TATTOO -
There are several parlors nearby.
Something depicting a year brand new,
Maybe that hooded grim reaper guy.
By Richard McCusker (firstname.lastname@example.org)