Once upon a time, I was a published poet. It predates my newspaper years. I have taken a very long break from it, and there was something brewing in my thoughts...this is how it came together. It may need some work, but at least I got it written.
There will be no kiss at midnight
as the clock strikes at twelve.
Nothing can match the joys
that this year I have felt.
There will be no kiss at midnight
as this year comes to an end.
I say goodbye, adieu, farewell
as wishes for the year ahead, I send.
There will be no kiss at midnight
and with that I am okay.
Tomorrow brings a new year
and I celebrate that, and a brand new day.
There will be no kiss at midnight
yet life remains amazing and true.
I dream big dreams and have high hopes
for me and also for you.
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