After well wishing in the early hours,
New Year’s Day is torrential showers,
A day of rest and contemplation,
A break from the threat of hypertension,
I enjoyed my sojourn into holiday land,
It was most colourful and not at all bland,
Tomorrow I return to harsh reality,
The pigs in blankets will be a scarcity
No Turkey dinners,or repentant sinners,
A meagre fayre ,back to losers and winners,
For that’s the game of life I fear,
We gave thought for those and shed a tear,
And quickly walk by, saying Happy New Year!
thenotsomightyom 