New Year Is Coming
New Year is coming, and all we can do
is to wait for th’approaching sledge,
to think of the days that you thoughtlessly slew,
to muse on the verge and the edge.
New Year I like more than summer or spring:
you needn’t be glad or content,
'cause Christmas, you know, is a family thing;
New Year for the lonely is meant.
For all your regrets, and pennyworth fights,
for all your breakdowns and scars –
New Year’s the time when you kindle the lights
and talk to incredible stars.
…St. Nicholas will pick up his brand new PC,
sit down and open the file,
and clicking the mouse will look back at me
and wink with a rueful smile.
