A Happy New Year To You

Returning on a rickshaw
a scene caught my eye
Kids celebrating new year:
Rebellious moves
Dancing bare feet
Barely seen through
the sheet of kicked up Dust.
Joyous, yes it seemed
Is this how
the New year's gonna be?
Like the kicked up dust
Animated into shapes?
Will it be like
the dust as it is now
mingled and settled on the ground.
Or will it be
Brushed away
Under the carpet of tomorrow
just like your
New year resolutions?
Or will it be
worth the memory;
Etched in your mind
with the ink of happiness,
success, creativity
Even perhaps humanity?
Whatever it may be
We wait and grow
with bated breath.
Light up your face
with a fresh smile,
Yell "Happy new year to you!"
Begone days
I bid thee, adieu.