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THE OLD YEAR COMES TO A CLOSE

The old year comes to a close.
Where New Year leads, no one knows.
We wait for the midnight sound,
kisses, greetings go around.
 
Full of hope, people join hands,
Auld Lang Syne sung in the lands
as fireworks light up the sky
as New Year's minutes tick by.

Normally squares are a-crowd,
people will mix, sing out loud,
make townscapes throb vibrantly
in a communal party.

Present COVID infections
have brought on us restrictions.
Knowing this, take it from me:
'Celebrate responsibly'.
Written by Solomon_Song
Published
Author's Note
The rhythm of this poem was inspired by a song heard on radio unrelated to the New Year topic. The last verse is an acknowledgement of the restrictions some governments may impose.
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