Sure it's a couple of hours early, but what the hell. This one is for today / tonight.

The clock ticks over once again, another day is here.
And yet another day is gone, gurgled down the drain.
The countdown ends, the fires bloom, we mark it with a cheer:
the clock ticks over once again

As fireworks fade we can still hear that 'Auld Lang Syne' refrain:
This isn't just another day, it is a brand new year.
New decade too, a cleaner slate, and so we make it plain

how we expect to change ourselves, with all of these sincere
things we resolve, or insincere ones that we merely feign
that we will do. But either way there is no need to fear,
the clock ticks over once again.
Lately poems with repetition and refrains have been intriguing me. From Triolets I've moved onto writing Roundels:

Oh, life is good and things are going fine
there isn't much that I'd change if I could.
Perhaps an aspect or two I'd refine
but life is good.

There was a while I misunderstood,
so focused on the negative I'd pine
away quite unaware of where I stood.

The greatest things in life - that's women, wine
and song - are near enough to mine, and should
I seek, so too is company divine.
Oh, life is good!

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