New Year Fireworks

Fireworks, scattering the old year
Burst of light and noise
Brightness for a moment
Falling, vanishing
And gone

Laughter, welcoming the new year
Burst of joy and mirth
Friendship for a moment
Flaring, fading
And gone


This poem was inspired by the false bonhomie we often see at new year.  You go to the pub and strangers, usually pissed strangers, want to be your best mate as midnight chimes....and some of them you are not likely to ever see again.  I don't usually go the the pub for new year any more, because I am a miserable cow....

I do like fireworks though and wish they lasted a bit longer than they do.