The Moya View

New Year’s Eve Comes and Goes

A friend I’ve know for but a year came 
a knock, knock, knocking at my door.

He was cold and thin, and even though
he wanted in, I did not open the door.

He was once such a grand delight
but now he was so so such a bore.

Knock, knock, knock, his knuckles rapped
again, again. I could not stand no more!

Yet, through the glass I did by glance
the small package in his hands he bore.

Through the unlocked door, he stumbled, pranced,
did a Midnight Dance & fell promptly onto the floor.

The package, neatly wrapped, opened beyond the door.
In it: a New Year’s Child to grow, to love & to adore!





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