My New Year

My New Year

Some celebrate with drink,the end of a year

A time for nostalgia and making merry

But I’d much rather skip the beer

And ride all night on the Ferry

Planning carefully my hopes and dreams

That I’ve laid out on paper the night before

While I stare at the ferry’s beams

And listen to the vagrant snore

The cold wind rushing through the air

Adds swishing noises to the ferry

Suddenly,I become aware

That I’ve been freezing,not making merry