NYE '25

Round and round about the sun;
yet another year of misery and fun.

I yearn to leave this year behind:
to begin afresh, in flesh and in mind.

But
the days—they refuse to run.
Merely dragging their feet under the sun.
As if wary of what tomorrow brings,
they retreat into the quiet of things.

And now, finally
on the eve of twenty-twenty-six:
I stand at the threshold, breath held tight,
watching the old year slip into the night.

A whole lot of chatter,
a scrumptious platter;
blaring music, song and dance,
soaking it all in, lost in a trance.

A glass in hand, with vodka and lime.
Sipping memories, sublime.
I raise my glass to all unknown,
where faith is found and love is shown.