Spine loose in your bar room seat,
feet kicked up between the empties
crowing new year, new me
to the few that still linger.
Pretending there’s still time
to make change.
There was still tinsel around the picture frames,
all smiles and glitter staring back at you
in that echoing space
when the meals are finished
and the bottles drunk
yet the end is not quite upon us.
So we wait
that this will be the year that we do something different.