Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Home Sick

The year now ebbs; the clock goes tick
And I’m at home and feeling sick
So even though it’s New Year’s Eve,
There is no party up my sleeve.

We were invited to a bash
But sometimes, quicker than a flash,
Your plans go poof! and you are stuck
Out of the loop and out of luck.

I’m sure the party will be fun
And I’ll miss seeing everyone
Though I’ll veg out on “Twilight Zone”
And thankfully, won’t be alone.

For as these final hours do creep,
My hub and I will fall asleep
And maybe wake up when we hear
The countdown to the brand-new year.

Yet even if we miss the toast,
We’ll have what really matters most – 
Each other and our friends and kin
To welcome 20-18 in!

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Vera Duggan January 4, 2018 at 9:48 PM Hi Ilene great poem as Peter said we were in bed by 9:30pm, I think it is mainly the younger people who love to celebrate and drink and wake up the next morning wishing they hadn't drunk so much, not for me, love this little read as I love all your poems, thank you for sharing and take care.......Vera

Maurice Rigoler January 1, 2018 at 7:08 PM Never understood the logic of welcoming in a new year, if what I've read about this celebration it's a throw back to ancient superstition and an excuse for letting everything hang out. Not for me. / M

Paul Callus December 31, 2017 at 5:45 PM Hi Ilene...our new year started 45 mins ago! We stayed at home and watched telly; had a toast at midnight and now it's time for bed! Hope you're still awake to welcome the new year in:) Regards // paul