A short end to a long year

Pop...

...Fizzle...

Bang...

...Boom

....Crash...

...Clang...

My mattress is a holiday,

Tonight I won’t lie sleepless

I’ll dream tomorrow,

Another day,

One I’ll take bounds and leaps in.

Maybe if I find the gumption

I won’t even sleep in,

2021 will be the workweek I keep seeking.

This years had a sad and mournful vibe,

You can say it’s “harshed my mellow”.

Which would seem quite insensitive to any decent fellow.

But decency, with self control, both up and flew the coop,

Not this year mind you

or the last

but quite some time now in the past.

Well I suppose I’m getting off track,

I hear another firecrack!

Which tells me that the night is done

GOOD NIGHT,

GOOD YEAR

TO EVERYONE