Hold The Day Poem by cecil hickman

Twa's the night before New Year's Eve,
There was drinking of wine so free.
Everyone was happy except for me.
Could this be my soul's reprieve?
Would tomorrow start new or retrieve.
Where would my life continue to be?
What would my eyes and soul see?
More loss or the loneliness I conceive.

I shall face the truth in death this night.
Or hide from the falsehoods that prey.
I shall plunder slowly beyond fright.
Wine that heals my mind in disarray.
Takes away my spirit of old right,
New Year's Day Eve will begin all gray.