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Sunday, January 1, 2012

NEW YEAR'S EVE - A POEM

New Year’s Eve

by Glenda Beall


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.

3 comments:

  1. I hear you, Glenda. The passage of time, marked by a single night when we move into another year, brings me into pensive remembrance of those I love who are gone from me.

    However, I can still wish a Happy New Year to all my friends and loved ones who are still here with me. I wish it for you.

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  2. Thank you for sharing this, Glenda. Very evocative. I find New Year's Eve parties to be over-rated, so in the last few years have tried instead to be among friends and loved ones. My nephew died on a New Year's Eve and so we always raise a glass (real or otherwise) to him.

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  3. Hi Djan and Barb,
    The poem was written some years ago and revised recently. I don't go to New Years Eve parties and haven't for a long time. This year I was writing and missed the midnight hour all together.
    But for years I felt that sadness at the time when Auld Lang Syne was sung. I think it would be even harder now without Barry.
    Thanks for stopping by.

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