New tales beckon from the year to come
Lay the old days to rest with the year end sun
laughter and memories
remembered reveries
A candle lit and a glass or two raised
To old friends lost or simply mislaid
Lets meet one day and recount our tales
Of madcap adventures and lost holy grails
The dalliances tinged with a hint of regret
The lover impossible to entirely forget
Long winding roads, mountains and peaks
Now become memories that return only in sleep
Dusty roads far away recollections
One evening more of inward reflections
And so as the candle burns down low
A new year comes and there we shall go
To lands unknown let us venture
Before the onset of senile dementia
Onwards, onwards no time to waste
The new year comes and we must make haste!
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