The hush descends, the revelry has ceased,
A quiet pause, a moment of release.
The Christmas lights, though fading, are still aglow,
Casting a soft haze, a peaceful, gentle flow.
The days drift by, a languid, lazy pace,
A time for rest, a time to find one’s place.
The year recedes, its memories take hold,
Of laughter shared, of stories yet untold.
The air is crisp, the world a winter scene,
A blanket white, a tranquil, hushed serene.
A time for thought, for reflection deep,
As dreams take flight while others softly sleep.
The New Year waits, a promise yet unseen,
A fresh beginning, a vibrant, hopeful green.
But for this space, this interlude between,
A quiet peace, a contentment unforeseen.
Great plans we have, for what is yet to be,
Making unfulfillable resolutions for you and me,
We know in New Year’s bustle, all will be forgot,
We make them every year and break the lot,
The diet, the gym, and being slim, all quietly dismissed,
It’s New Year’s eve, to hell with it, let’s get pissed.
©Joseph R Mason and Richard J Kirk – 2024
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