Lost
In seas of
age and
self-doubt

As I watch newcomers
Drink to a new year of
Love
Work
Play
Knowing tonight will be one not
remembered by morning

As I watch middle-aged couples drunkenly
spill over
Each
Other
Slur words like
"Iloveyou"
Slop kisses onto
*******
Cheeks
Lips
Not knowing which is which but knowing
that lips belong on such places  

As I watch old folks taking their toast of
champagne
Bundled up to face the cold on brittle
bones
Thinking quietly to themselves if this
New
Year
Will be their
Last

As my head ***** with itself slowly
Tortures
With wishes of being those who I observe
Tricking
Myself
That satisfaction lies in the
Future

This
Year
Will be another one
Closer
To satisfaction.