Going to Bed on New Year’s Eve with a Good Book and a Cup of Tea

The novelty has worn thin

Fireworks only make a din

Their flash and fizzle no longer thrill

Crowds and laughter only chill

Me to the ageing bone

I ignore the ringing of the phone

The kisses and songs that greet the year

The dancing and the drink-fuelled cheer

Remind me that time is fleeting fast

Of those who have already passed

Forget the future

And cling to the past

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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