New Years Eve.
By Joan Estelle High
© 2003
Another year comes quickly to it's end.
Soon the New Year will be born to reign.
Giving us one more year of time to spend.
Another year, another chance for us to gain.
As Winter hurls it's bone chilling blast.
We hope that Spring is not far ahead.
The gray skies will soon be long past.
Replaced slowly with sunny day instead.
Last New Year's resolutions made so gladly.
Faded in our memories like shifting sand.
Our bad habits learned are repeated sadly.
We but gird our loins to start over again.
We can not change a thing that is past.
Can't undo our dark deeds once done.
But our future is not in stone been cast.
We write our manuscripts and we alone.