as midnight tolls its solemn chime,
old whores sip bitter wine with time,
fig jam and sharp cheddar pair,
leftover shrimp in cocktail wear.
new year’s eve, a feast of jest,
melancholy gluttons can’t resist.
wool socks on cold feet slide,
past and future gently collide.
underneath the fireworks’ bloom,
melons cut through festive gloom,
in laughter, old stories replay,
as time slips another year away.
in quiet corners, some reflect,
on years gone by, and what’s next,
the night deepens, so does cheer,
toasting hopes for a brand new year
