New Year’s Revelry

New Year’s Revelry

The countdown has begun;
the old year is ending
the new one is
about to
S
T
A
R
T
!

Fireworks
and streamers,
champagne corks
and an ancient song
with words no one knows
or understands.

Except the part about
“raising a cup,”
everybody seems to get that bit.
A little too well, perhaps.
And maybe raise more cups
than they have friends
to remember.

In the morning they’ll awaken
having forgotten how they got home –
if they are home –
and not knowing
when or where
somebody
vomited
on their shoes.

The new year begins,
shiny and impressive,
bright lights,
big bangs,
broken glass
and the smell of cordite
in the air.

As the revelers stagger home,
the thrill wears off,
the adrenalin level drops,
they are cold
and cranky
and disappointed.

Is that all there is?
Is this all there was?
Just another night,
leading to another day –
this one
with a hangover.

Deborah Beach Giordano
© December 28, 2009
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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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