Celebratin' New Year's Eve

I'm relaxin' with my spouse this New Year's Eve just a-schmoozin', About past celebrations in our youth that we now find amusin'. Tomorrow we'll dine on blackeyed peas, an old Southern tradition, For good luck and bring our hopeful resolutions to fruition! A moderate tad of spirits in our youth we could tolerate, And ere the kids arrived, we always slept a little late. We used to go to late night parties and sip a little booze. Now, on New Year's Eve, we sit at home and watch the news! We used to dance the night away at parties bright and gay. Now, we compare infirmities as others while the night away! The champagne corks popped and "Auld Lang Syne" we sang. Fireworks brought in the New Year with a resounding bang! We recall the silly hats we wore, kisses at the stroke of twelve, And the heaps of scrumptious grub in which we used to delve. Now, we sip Metamucil cocktails with sour cream dip and chips, Slumped in our recliners, snores escapin' from our lips! Strange that in the olden days we could celebrate 'til dawn, But by nine o'clock nowadays we can hardly stifle a yawn! As the clock chimes twelve, I'll leave it for others to celebrate, 'Cept for eatin' blackeyed peas and 'pone to facilitate my fate! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)