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(12-25)
The last day of this year has arrived
And with it, a repentance, new goals revived
Bearing witness to a journey, completed
On the field of play, rightly ceded
To the victor go spoils and accolades
While hopeful hearts swell, and glow with faith
There is no tearful grief to bear
There’ll soon be a reset with the sunrise, somewhere
Somewhere...
A billion years of cosmic change
Have not dimmed the sheen of fates, rearranged
There remains a turn, wisely taken
A roll of the dice, once they are shaken
Held in hand, for a momentary pause
Before being loosed upon the world from those clutching claws
Let them rattle, fall and slip
Their dotted sides predicting a trip
Predicting a trip...
Into the next round of calendar pages
Another binder of blocks, printed for the ages
Will be hung smartly on the homestead wall
By sounders and seekers who take stock of it all
Though the round-robin spin propels this ride
There is no injustice in swimming with the tide
The creator put this orb in place
And now our part is to watch and wait
Watch and wait...
On this day, we drink and dance
Celebrating our delivery from circumstance
A final review of what occurred
Sung to a melody with the written word
Sparkling wine and treats galore
All procured with purpose, from the corner store
They’ll keep us tickled and teased tonight
Until we go to bed, long after midnight
After midnight...
Some choose to reflect on friends farewelled
While others stand before the wishing well
But as for me, I’ll remain the same
Nothing lost, and nothing gained
I could easily put a pen to the ledger
And jot down entries from the edge of forever
But that task is one I’ve decided to shirk
It is not my assignment, to accept this work
To accept this work...
Among the stars that crest dark skies
Are faces of friends who have hollowed, inside
Their memories are sharp on a night, cold and crisp
When we bid our adieu, at the rim of this cliff
But once the New Year is rung into life
There’ll be a joyful swing to the coming of daylight
No ending may rise, without a beginning
It is written that a new earth will be gifted and giving
Gifted and giving...
Don’t think me a fool, for accepting this tale
Just because I was taught by those wiser, yet frail
Their gray heads carry a kind of revelation
That serves well as a chart for thought and speculation
A rube might consider himself to be smart
An untalented painter, a master of art
But my take as a whole is founded on time
What the heavens reveal, will be infinitely fine
Infinitely fine...
With the turning of a rock at this point in our space
We thrive on breaths, begotten by grace
It is our prize, if we see it as such
This flickering flame, this ebullient rush
It is customary to mark our changing of guards
With fireworks and champagne, and a reading of cards
But most important, among every decree
Is a moment of silence, in honor of eternity
In honor of eternity...
Last day of the year, an echo begun
When this segment of chronology was yearning and young
We’ve glanced at our wrists, to see the display
Of hands pointing out, what led us astray
Yet now, at this final flip of the hour to zero
We will behold the birth of another tomorrow
Swaddled in frost and garnished with white
A whisper of wonder, by candlelight
By candlelight...
Auld Lang Syne, we lift up this prayer
To ghosts of goners who vanished into nowhere
In memories they linger, cherished and kept
An essence of meaning that we may protect
Each peal of thunder represents a cheer
Like the exit of a number from the name of a year
Out with the old, this is the prescription
In with the new, we welcome juxtaposition
Welcome...
Never again will this 12-month ellipse
Live in entirety, it has been erased and eclipsed
We surrender the knowledge that made us feel safe
And move forward to confront a revision of the race
Running with the stamina of wolves on the hunt
Fleeing the pursuit of wild waves along the lakefront
Our cause is just, in it we believe
A full restoration, is what we’ll receive
What we’ll receive...
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