A New Year
The new year is here
2018 has come and gone.
We gather together in the streets
to watch the glitter and people tweet.
The ball forever creeps.
Countdown to end this year,
some look with total sheer.
Drunk and sober stare up high
as the disco ball starts to fly.
Countdown begins with us all.
10 is for all our secret sins,
9 is for the chills that we felt down our spine.
8 is for all the times we were late.
7 is for all our loved ones in heaven.
6 is for all our ideas that we mixed.
5 is how fast we drive on borrowed time.
4 is the excitement of wanting more.
3 is our Country is always going to be free.
2 is the changes we are going to consume.
And 1 is the beginning of a new you and me
as we ascend into a new year an make new
resolution's that our new year will be better than
before, then everyone screams an fireworks
burst in the air, kisses and hugs to all who care.
May this year be blessed cause,
2018 will be missed.
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2019
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