In childhood, the New Year gleamed so bright,
A beacon of wonder, a magical night.
Fireworks bursting in a sky so vast,
A promise whispered: A year unsurpassed.

The clock's final tick was a thrilling sound,
A portal to dreams where joy was found.
Midnight cheers held a mystic hue,
A blank slate, brimming with things to do.

But years rolled on, and the glitter faded,
The vibrant...