Yes, the time has come
to lift a glass and make a toast;
but not for days ahead,
Promises, hopes and possibilities.
Rather, let us look back
over our shoulders first
and give a nod of thanks
to the life we leave behind.
A toast! To worn pathways,
weary hearts and tear-stained pillows,
to bruised egos and broken hearts
and wisdom born anew.
Let’s tuck the joys, the sorrows,
the longing for tomorrows
Reverently inside our memory box,
tie it with ribbon and secure the locks.
We’ll spread our table with cheer
and ring in the New Year
with laughter and smiles
for the life that beguiles,
nudging us onward, ever onward.
Happy New Year!