2018

a first birth of the year,

the first wedding of the year,

the first divorce of the year

a first death of the year

certainly everything

all of this

             milestones for celebration

birth, a marriage, (divorce) a bit of death

it's a new year

as thing's certainly do change

let us f****n' celebrate this

that some thing's have yet to do so

Author's Note

Reviews

[AYVID N]

Don't you think it's funny how we dare to celebrate something we have so little control over? As a species, we are mindlessly flamboyant.

[Davidgeo]

And we are hopelessly addicted to attaching meaning to anything that we can. No matter how arbitrary... (this rock is like 4+ billion years old, "significance" is one of the most relative things unequivocally)

[R.E. Ray]

Well, we have another 363 days left, so there's hope! Some will marry, some will die, and some will divorce--and some will wish for one or more. Refreshing change from the other new year poems I've read on here! :)

[Davidgeo]

Thanks Mr Robert Ray. The first version of this was horribly clichéd... I'm glad I read some of those other new year's poems you were talking about before I finished my own. (i'm sure this is still clichéd in it's own way; if only for trying not to be).