A Year End Florette

Another year will end with cheer one more shall soon arrive, no fear But how they make such a fine din as one falls out and t’other in while I will wince, holding my head and festive beer Not soft and gentle their approach I’ve asked them both, but they won’t broach to ease the change that they must make Instead they choose to make me quake and tremble at their shouts and bells of self-reproach There’s drink and food and auld lang syne, pine trees, balloons all do combine; conspire with cards to set a trend that truly drives me round the bend I roll my eyes and wait, in vain, for some lifeline They’ll bang, they’ll stomp, they’ll yell and scream Meanwhile, I’ll try to plan and scheme - for resolutions must be set to make next year the greatest yet At twelve, one goes, I’ve no regrets; I can now dream