A cup of tea and old white slippers,
Few brushes and few orange bitters.
Turquoise curtains, striped blue bed,
Fresh clothes drying on the rack.

No wind comes in, its warm and cozy,
And bath is full of water, foamy.
Old paintings on the wall and new fresh paint.
And movie playing - no constraint.

A peaceful mind, a steady growing grass,
No fights, no broken crystal glass.
Just me and someone greatly dear
Stepping into a fresh new year.