On New Year’s Eve
© by Mollie Pearce McKibbon
At the final stroke of midnight
The champagne corks were popped,
The confetti bags exploded
And all the music stopped.
Sounds of joy resounded
Throughout the neighbourhood
With high-fives, hugs and kisses
We all did what we could
To welcome in the New Year
And send the spent one out.
We’d had enough of that year
Of this there is no doubt.
I’ve vacuumed up confetti.
Collected every cork,
Washed a stack of dishes
And every knife and fork,
Rolled up all the streamers,
Brushed the sofas and the chairs.
I’ll close the drapes and lock the doors
Before I go upstairs.
For now the dawn arises.
The celebrants are in bed,
And I’m the only one around
Without a throbbing head.
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