Across a room with midnight tolling
I glimpse those ghosts from years gone past,
Friends and lovers dear fond memories
Whose flames have died and didn’t last.
Fireworks rip the darkest sky,
The new-born year takes wings to fly,
Some are laughing some in tears,
Laden with all hopes and fears.
A stranger’s hand is filling mine,
A hug a kiss good wishes flow,
That painful, aching hidden well,
Hides sorrows they will never know.