New Year (an acrostic poem)

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Now everyone was counting the seconds

Excited about a new beginning, a new something

What changes were possible

Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly

Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs

And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep

Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day.  That was worth celebrating

Cork (an acrostic conversation)

Can I borrow your saber for a second?”

Okay, first I don’t own a saber. Second, why?”

Really want to open this bottle of champagne.”

Know what, let’s go buy one. I want to see if you succeed or chop your hand off.”