A Start To The Year by Mick Young
Memories are blurred by time
But some thoughts remain alive
New Year’s Eve and the fancy
Dressed are off out to party.
He sits, waits, and watches hours
Minutes and seconds expire.
His thoughts wander, reminisce
Some good, some bad, some just weird.
Whilst fearing the worst always
Believing it will be fine.
You need to sleep! Go home now
We’ll call if things change they said.
Sleep interrupted by 6.
Her fingers grazed his palm for the last time
and the pain