Pop, fizzle, crack, whizz

New years keep marching on

And even though the memory stays,

‘22 is well and gone

I sit in a home with myself and me,

For i couldn’t be alone

In a crowd of people with smiling eyes

The windows all seeping with gold

We cheer and we laugh,

And we toast to the past

Which approaches at dizzying speed

It is 9, then it’s 12, then we’re finally free

resolutions planting like seeds

And though the noise and the mirth will dwindle & fade,

Though the joy will replace with tears,

Though the chill will still bite on warm summer nights,

I guess i could stay for one

more

year.