This historic moment went past,
Not with a bang or fanfare,
Not with grieving or pain,
But silently as the second had,
Met the hour hand again.
***
As the clock struck eleven,
On this quiet new years eve,
With the country in lockdown,
After the years of wrangling,
From when we decided to leave.
***
With just an hours last swell,
To the end of the year,
It is not the time to dwell,
Only time will truly tell,
If we as a country chose well.
***
So raise a glass to tonight,
Mark the end of the fight,
No matter the side fought,
We’ve all taken our shots,
Some left victorious and some not.
***
Goodbye to the past,
Let the memories last,
May we drink to the future,
And use history,
As our teacher.

©The Pesky Poet

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