New Year Poem by Jodie Hardy

Five four three two one...

The clock tics as we all count down,
Whether at home or in bars around town.
All eyes on London, the lights and the crowds.
As we mark the end of one year making way for the new.
This will be the year all our dreams come true.
Its all in our hands as we hear Big Ben chime,
Broadcast through the TV into homes and bars around town.
Swaying to the music and laughing with friends,
May the good times never come to an end.
Happy new year to all.