The First Poem of 2019

A new year is born

Upon a winter’s morn.

Anticipation of things to come,

Wind is cold and fingers numb.

I listen to the revelers cheer,

Fireworks both far and near.

Drunken mayhem down my street,

Without which Englewood’s not complete.

I count the blessings in my life.

Granddaughter, Daughter and beautiful wife.

Knowing I give my all each and every day,

It is just the Underhill Way.

Give all and watch it return,

Better than any pay you earn.

I hope this year I improve myself,

Spiritually and in wealth.

For now I hope it’s the best I have seen,

Welcome… Welcome Two thousand nineteen.

 

01/01/2019

Reviews

[Tom]

A very wholesome, poetic New Year resolution

[WILDERNESS]

Splendid write
Could not have been a better choice of words to remember 18 and welcome 19..