A line of people in right minds
form outside, waiting to join
friends and co-workers to
celebrate an end, cheer a beginning.
As the annual countdown begins,
corks of champagne await their
performance time, and on the count
of three, bottles are shaken. At the
call of midnight, corks pop with the
filling of glasses, hugs and handshakes,
a few kisses under the mistletoe.
Past resolutions forgotten, new ones
are made, whether they will last or not.
Joy and laughter fill the room; now
you believe that peace on earth is real.