‘Tis difficult not to be cliché
on evenings such as this—
Auld Lang Syne, a midnight swoon,
Times Square countdowns, too,
Fill the eve with nostalgia sweet,
With cherished thoughts of you.
How much we laughed or shared a word
It matters not that much–
Because of you my heart is full
My blessings, all unearned.
May this coming year bring happiness
The sweetest joys that ring
From steeples tall and meadows vast
From stages, classrooms, kitchen chairs
I’ll toast you darling things!
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