
{It is now Sixty Days before our presidential election, and I thought I might take a trip down memory lane in the next few weeks, with poems, stories and blogposts I have written during the Trump Presidency. Most of them were influenced by current events at the time, and so will serve as a reminder of what these years have been like. This is the second one, set on New Year’s Eve of the Year our President took office, 2017. It was written at about that time. Thanks for reading!}
We have no plans for New Year’s Eve:
No gaudy, grand, peculiar Eve;
No sparkly, wild, and drunken night;
No revels till the early light.
We have no plans for New Year’s Eve:
We watch, alone, the Year’s reprieve,
While headlights stream on past at dusk,
As fireworks burst, in a sudden thrust.
But what have we to say to Thee,
This Year, as we peer in disbelief?
Good Riddance?
For Pity’s sake, drop that ball!
In doing nothing, we did it all.
Copyright 2017 Andrea W. LeDew (written 2016)
Next in the series Sixty-Days, is the poem Election Eve 2016. For another look at another New Year see The Year.
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