Goodbye 2025 Hello 2026
A new year begins
Goodbye 2025 Hello 2026
Fireworks bring colour into the night,
The clock holds its breath at twelve.
One leg lifted, hope wobbling and bright,
Laughing our way into something new.
Yet if I am drunk I may not fall,
It’s party time after all.
Happy New Year To The Old And New ♥️♥️♥️
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Really like the image you chose on this one and I might just try that. Always try something new.
Not long left now, and some pertinent thoughts
Happy New Year-psst I think title is off-goodbye 2025 hello 2026 it should say