New Year’s Bowl Day
By: Billy Harmon

The following poem was submitted by Lincoln County resident Billy Harmon.
        I open my bloodshot eyes
          to see if I’m still alive
    It’s a New Year’s morning again
  And then my body starts to ache
from last night’s big party mistakes
        I must have made with
        my partners and friends.
    All of the kids are out of bed
        with their mom to be fed
  And watch t.v. down in the den
Parades have their faces aglow with
  pretty floats and so much more
        That’s shown before all
        the bowl games begin.
  New Year’s Bowl Day, it comes
        and goes but never stays
Oh, how lucky we are, and oh how
  I bless my lucky starts that God
  planned it that way with all the
  excitement He makes for man on
        New Year’s Bowl Day.
  With all the games played today
    lunch and supper got to wait
I’ll have Christmas turkey on toast
I then watch my quarterback throw
      a forty yard pass for a score
      And I know that my team
                  is on a roll.
Then someone calls on the phone
      and I pretend I’m not home
Don’t want to miss one single play
Oh, now they’ve got to understand

  that I’m a die-hard football fan
Who lives for the thrills of New
            Year’s Bowl Day.
Now the time’s around midnight,
my wife’s so mad she could fight
  Later I’ll try to make amends
I think about the coming year and
what some folks are bound to fear
    That most will go through
            all of this again.