New Year, New Hopes

There was no one for him to kiss that night As the ball hit the base of the tower He sat alone at the bar in the noisy room Drinking another whiskey he ordered sour He thought back over the lonely nights Of the year that had just gone past Thinking if the future promised much of the same He’d just as soon hope that it would be his last But, twenty-eight years old is far too young To throw in the towel on falling in love You never know when the right one will come along And be the answer to your prayers from above She was kissed by at least a dozen men Each one drunker more than the other She was simply a designated driving friend Not a one of them was her lover She said, “How come you’re not celebrating, The dawning of this brand new year?” She had to practically scream it out Even though she was standing quite near He simply looked up with a sorry smile And shrugged his shoulders in self pity She wrote her number in the palm of his hand And said, “Tomorrow why don’t you call me” She went back to care for her inebriated friends The bartender gave him a wink and a smile He thought to himself, “Maybe this will be my year, I think I’ll stay around for a while”