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Auld Lang Syne ©

Gerard McCabe
Emden, Germany
2007

The party,
is going full steam.
Heading
towards it’s climax.
As one year fades,
and another one dawns.
The guests,
swaggering, dancing.
With paper hats
and champagne.
Horns, toot
above the music.
Laughter fills
the over-decorated room.
German beer,
takes its toll on me.
Small-talking
a blond girl,
with a sexy
vocabulary.
The language, once strange.
After 20 years,
It gets easy.
The bells ring.
Fireworks fill the sky.
Everyone’s happy,
hugging, kissing.
“frohes neues Jahr”
I force a smile,
in my chosen exile.
I miss
Auld Lang Syne.



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