So, a brand New Year
all fresh and shiny
with not a mark on it.
On our way what do we meet
a man training his malamutes
well what else do you expect.
Out onto the welcoming moor
now all wet and squidgy again
after all that white and cold.
So out and round we go
to the familiar places
we know so well.
And back to The Rock
for a pint or even two
and perhaps the odd crisp.
Trying to remember
how it used to be
in times gone past.
And now even this day
is in the past
just a memory.