Ending the year, single and fine, With caring friends, the stars align. Dancing in the kitchen's soft glow, Wishing as midnight's clock does show. Promises made for change so grand, Yet resolutions slip like sand. Every New Year's Eve, the refrain, Words echo, but actions wane. Hurt lies in never taking flight, In dreams untold, in fading light. On the hill where memories weave, Time moves on, hearts choose to leave. Resolutions echo through the cheer, Guiding paths, sometimes unclear. In the kitchen's glow, aspirations rise, Clock striking midnight, hope in our eyes. A wish to change for the better, To brave the storms, to write a letter. Every New Year's Eve, the vow, Yet actions falter, reality somehow. The hurt resides in fear's denying, In dreams unlived, in silence crying. On the hill where promises conceived, Moving on, a better self achieved. So, this New Year's Eve, the pledge, To break the cycle, a soul on edge. Actions louder than words may be, In the dance of time, a symphony. For what will hurt is never trying, What will hurt is never dying. On the hill where dreams are spun, A new journey, a battle won. January 2, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Taken from New Years Eve Violet Akira
