Another New Year’s Eve is almost here.
That’s seventy-nine now—for me.
At eighteen, freshly graduated from high school,
New Year’s Eve was fun.
Now, I am just too tired to shout.
Yet, life has been good to me.
I can’t run a mile or climb trees,
But how well I enjoy the sunsets.
Those old-time tunes being played
Remind me of those good times past.
When New Year’s Eve comes in this year,
No horns, no streamers, no drinks,
Just me and my wife by a warm fire
Watching the young on the “telly”
Having the time of their lives
While we will have a heck of a time
Trying to stay awake till midnight comes.
#NewYear’sEvePoetry #Aging
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