The old man lay dying

on a frozen patch

of sidewalk.

Nary a soul gave him

a comforting glance

nor a helping hand.

Gather round you young and old

Sing Auld Lang Syne and then be bold

Raise your glass and be of good cheer

Toast the start of

All is lost in the new years eve haze

Resolutions made in haste

On the steps, beneath a ringing bell

A new year defeated

A new year
We mood up
Like a new puppy

For a few weeks
Or so

Our trees grow
New leaves

Then we sit by
Enjoying our
Old 
Comfort