New Year's Eve

The foolish queue
to be unfulfilled
at a price
they can ill afford

Pyromaniac show-offs
send sparks skywards
regardless of the time
or cost

While Jools celebrates
like it's live
rather than over-rehearsed
and recorded earlier

The old man shuffles
out the back door
coal in hand
to come back in the front

We who think we know better
sit in silent remembrance
with misplaced hope
that this year might be different