New Year’s Eve
With Champagne toasts
rowdy revelers
prepare for another
bright new year.
Loved ones, dear friends,
from years gone by
appear to me
at midnight.
Nostalgia
grips me in its glove.
Auld Lang Syne
evokes my tears.
This party is a wake
for the passing of time.
Celebrating is not in me.
--------Glenda Beall, 2011
Many thanks, Glenda. As I got to the end, with my own memories, I thought maybe it's not a passing of time but a circling and recycling of time. The Auld Lang Synes are with us always, patient friends.
ReplyDeleteI think the loss of loved ones is more poignant at Christmas than the rest of the year. They're on my mind more and I miss them more - lots of memories tumbling around in my head!
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ReplyDeleteHi Bill,
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and leaving your comment. I am late responding because my computer has been in the shop. 2011 left me with bitter sweet memories but I see 2012 with new beginnings and find I am singing and experiencing happiness more than I have in several years.
I'm getting on with the business of living.
Hi Pat,
ReplyDeleteYou are so right about the memories being poignant at Christmas.
Strangely, though, I felt sad on New Year's Eve even when I was young and had not suffered loss.
I can't really say why. I'm glad the new year has begun and I am ready for new experiences, aren't you?
For me, the perfect description of the event.
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