Old Time’s Sake

by | Dec 31, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

The Winter’s nights are growing long
The dark clouds gather like a storm.
While warm within we’ll dance and sing
And wonder what New Year will bring.
For though a few, may shed a tear
We’ll toast the parting of the year
As gathered here, as one year ends
We sip the honeydew with friends.
The hour, at last, is drawing near
Midnight has chimed goodbye
With grateful hearts, we’ll not depart
Till torchlight lights the sky.
And, now’s, the time to raise a glass-
‘To you, dear friends of mine!
Goodwill to you, and all Mankind
For Auld Lang Syne…’


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