Another New Year…this one is
quiet
People drink and laugh and blast
a cheap horn
We pledge to write and get on
that diet
We’ll forget we said it tomorrow
morn
I leave Times Square to the young
and the strong
No more adventures, I plan to
survive
Sickness makes my aging life seem
too long
I guess we had good years to be
alive
We had the sex, the booze and
rock and roll
I want to rest now and fuck the
worry
Too much of failure has taken its
toll
No fame or profit, just tell a
story
And just try to enjoy my twenty
thirteen
Happy for life, if you know what
I mean
Good one! I like it, it strikes a chord for me!
ReplyDeleteyeah, i know what u mean.
ReplyDeletehaven't thought about times square new year's eve in years, but i can still recall your mom's tug o'war with a kid who wanted her empty bag. n before that how u got hit by a flying cork. n before that how the crowd pressed so hard when mounted cops pushed them back that i wondered if we'd live thru it. what an adventure! lol
thanks for the reminder. have a great year!