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!