NEW YEAR'S EVE (Monday Poem)

by Myra Cohn Livingston


Play a thin tune
on a paper horn.
     Old is dying.
     New is born.

Scatter confetti
over the floor.
     Sweep an old year
     Out the door.

Blow up a wish
in a bright balloon.
     Whisper dreams
     To a midnight moon.

Play a loud tune
on a paper horn.
     Old is dying.
     New is born.



from Celebrations by Myra Cohn Livingston, illustrated by Leonard Everett Fisher, 1985, Holiday House