N.Y.E

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!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.