Now The Party’s Over

So now the party’s over
And New Year’s all rung in,
You’re clearing up the kitchen
Throw bottles in the bin.
You wipe your brow and wonder
If it is all worthwhile
As last years dreams are ashes
Upon the compost pile.
For this year looks so empty
Through the window of your eyes
So bleakly lies the future
In a fog of truth and lies
And your heart feels heavy
As you set the place to right
Hearing all the laughter
Your guests shared there last night.
It doesn’t really take too long
To tidy up the room
After all, was only you
The others were on Zoom…

E.M. Swift-Hook