When the Ball Drops at Midnight

a

new

year.

more

days

to hear;

a brand

new

start,

to

fall

apart.

reach

for the

stars,

look

at

all the

pretty

cars.

work

hard

and

stick to

the rules.

soon

enough,

own

the jewels.

GO ON — 

feast

on that

silver-plated

gourmet

word.

the

mind

is hungry

for

that

kind of

bird.

but

truth

is always

twenty-twenty hindsight.

found deep in the struggle of the fight.

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