Another year has flown past.
Could we keep up, did our dreams last?
We are caught up in a new beginning.
Light shows and parties, bells are ringing.
Pyrotechnic displays set the mood.
There are lavish displays of drinks and food.
Friends and lovers embrace the night.
The sky a lit is a magical sight.
We make promises to one another.
We shake hands with our brother.
Promises are made we can’t always keep.
Into the unknown we stridently leap.
Sometimes we hit a brick wall and fall flat.
But we always make a comeback.
Happy New Year to one and all.
Family and friends are there if we fall.
© Andrew Pell 31/12/10