The last Tick of the Year

The church tower clock rings a final chime.
The family is singing auld lang syne.
A cloud passed by a pale winter moon
The old year sings its final tune.

A single tick of the mantle clock.
and new years hopes now run amok
Its tiny feet patter on the floor
The new year breeze blows in the door

We kiss and hug in close embrace
The new beginning's we all now face
We make resolutions we can't keep
And go to bed for a new years sleep

A happy and healthy New 2017
to all and everyone

From

Jude