People start gathering on New Yorks, Time Square streets
behind barricades bars chill to one and all celebrate.
All calling in the New Year of,2009!
And saying, 'Fairwell', to the year of,2008!
Huddled together, mostly strangers they stand
Crammed like stiff sardines, all stuffed in a can.
Fingers frozen with hats pulled over their ears
All awaiting 2009
Singing, 'Old Anzine' mumbled with tears!
Kissing whomever might be closest to them
Never to see some, maybe ever again.
Pledging somekind of friendship and love.
Pulling them near, with a possible endearing of hug.
Then January first, we all start it over again!
Some the same old way as they had done back when.
Nothing different, but the numbers of the year
Repeating once more while wishing each other, another
'Happy New Year! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem