New Year

 A ball glowing brightly in the sky,
Everyone gathers just to watch it go down.
With drinking cheers and a cry,
Counting down to one with a thunderous sound.

Hooting hollering and bands playing,
Can hardly hear what everyone is saying.

Then the host bellows over the mic,
Happy New Year and to all a good night.

© 2019 - 2021 By Mary Robbins

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