Resolution

In the well trod landscape of the mind

Of Hogmanays of days gone by

I find my thoughts alight upon

Dimmed recallings of Back Wynd

Decades back , when I was young

In these streets, my memories hang

Of drunk folk swaying, young and old

Shouting and cursing freezing cold

Of cops keeping order as chaos descends

The sound of raised voices and clashing of heads

The new decade dawns, and fireworks resound

I resolve to myself to catch up on lost ground.