They Are Out There On The Street

They are out there on the street their bugles blowing
Though they do not have much to celebrate
It is the grog that causes them to revel
Their own nausea for tomorrow they create.

Tomorrow they'll be broke and sad as usual
All of their money gone on wine and beer
But they are young and not far into their life's journey
And New Year's eve it comes but once a year.

Forgive me if I do sound a bit jealous
I once was like them many years ago
And on New Year's eve I too drunk and made merry
But the years have left me far more stoic and slow.

Our lost youth it is gone from us forever
And that is something we cannot regain
But watching them drink,laugh and make merry
Takes me back to my younger years again.

Tomorrow they may be a bit hung-over
But like they say youth has to have it's fling
And may they enjoy and live for the moment
And let them drink and dance and laugh and sing.