New Year's Poem by Elena Plotkin

We usually wait to hear,
'Auld Layne Syne my dear'.
Then we turn around glass in hand,
and walk to where we each stand,
We lock eyes and then our lips,
We clink our glasses and take sips.
We welcome the new year,
with an abundance of laughter and cheer.
We renounce the old year,
willing its memory to forever disappear.
And finally after much jubilation and celebration,
We trudge on home, our spirits a brim with elation.
Our stomachs full of food and libation,
Our head and feet throbbing with each new vibration.
We aim for the pillow and our bed,
Swearing that if the world knocks, we are dead.
It's New Year's Day and the world should know,
not to wake us for at least a half a day or so.

(C) 2015 Copyright Elena Plotkin