Every New Year's Eve
For as far back as I can remember
I always toasted with champagne
It was tradition
Soviet tradition
Break out the bubbly
Watch the ball drop in Times Square
From home
Or elsewhere
Or a club
Get ready to count down
To a New Year
With sparkles and fizz
But not this year
Glasses waiting for the crackle pop
Cork flying to the ceiling
Whizzing around the room
As people duck,
Laughing for cover
But not this year
2018 to 2019
I wanted a change
From old traditional
Something told me
You're at that place
Get the
Bourbon
The fizzy sweetness can wait
Till morning
You're a different person
Older, wiser
Drink something
You would at dinner
Tradition before or after
Bourbon
Drink the bourbon
At midnight
When the ball drops
In Times Square
When the new year is rung
When you're hugging loved ones
Then texting halfway around the globe
To friends you hold near & dear
With well wishes
It's 4am on New Year's Day
You're still awake
With ringing ears
Feet will let their own wail through
From those 3 inch heels
You have a path
To walk, to make happy, self
Breaking free from the usual
Smile, bring it on
Happy New Year!
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My Warrior Path (Book 6)
PoetryMy 6th poetry book starts September 10, 2018. After Walking Forward to the Beginning, it's now time to head towards the future and all of my goals and dreams; a warrior marching down her path as depicted on the cover. This book will also be edgier t...
