Shall We Drink A New?

Shall We Drink A New?                      January 1, 2014

The crystal ball again descends

 Into another post annos demise,

Finalized upon fair and venerable,

That well-lit soul: Time Square;

As children play pre-clock morn

 Till hitting the Sandman's hay,

While the champagne bubbles

 And overflows the sky away.

And a new year has arisen again

 Upon one and all; we rejoice, and

A renewed horizon for each soul,

A beacon of hope for all; and

As the music courses through me

 And all my once-deadened veins

Of we the common folk singing as

 Our souls coming to dance this old jig.

At the ans de vieux outdoor ballroom

 The dropping of the year's end ball!

You, my good sir! Please rejoice!

 Spread around to all the confetti! 

Laissez les bons temps rouler,

 S'il vous plait, Monsieur Première!

As I await the time of the parade

 Of the bands, floats with those roses:

As Pasadena's aroma is glorious,

 The bands all quite so very fine!

It shall only be upon the end

Per annum a revolution; and

Of an old decrepit man and

 His waning days, year; and of 

The death of the old codger,

 That blackened hearted soul

Amid his scripted accounts

Of each their flawed year so.

The stork shall deliver upon

 All a newborn per the rooster

Upon the dawn on the horizon

 Of the moonlit morning sun; but

I digress, Hope springs Eternal,

 Yesteryear is just another goodbye, 

While the young shall relinquish the

 Dying curmudgeon's chilled hand.

Shall we drink a new amid

 Our celebration renewed,

And I ask my dear friends,

 What shall we do, say you?

 To drink, be merry, refined?

As I say onto you, dear friends:

 I'm another "Little Boy Blue,"

How I'd fancy the passing

Of my newly founded time!

Rock 'n Roll never sounded

So alive within my revived soul,

As I drink to all of thee within

This happiness we're begat,

Never allowing the memories

Of Dick Clark ever to fade:

He rock 'n rolled all night, and

 Partied each and everyday!

Forty times upon the whitest

 And bleak Decembrist revolts;

And my! How I was out of tune 

At his new angel wings he flew!

Shall we drink a new? Oui?

 My beloved friends and loves,

As we choose between the dive

 Or the bland soupe du jour?

Oh, the times are quite tough,

 But we shall always persevere

As the stork delivers to one and

 All a newborn babe at Renewal:

The new year is born to hear

 Of Lord Jesus' calling His Disciples,

His Truth is sought; and how

We shall ever reap true salvation!

But I shall still make use of my

 New gloves and hiking boots, as

Into the frigid end of the year's

 Night time, to beseech The Father

A posterity of a final celebrating

 Fair Love's rewards and flirtations!

Jack Frost's nip: How so frigid!

 He shall be loathed and cursed,

But not my Hope in my Soul

 As this is new year's first morn!