Its that time of the year, when the air feels crisp and yet smells warm - laced with cinnamon, pine cones, pumpkin and everything sugary and wonderful. Every one talks of friends and family, trips and vacations.
I realize now that despite being the best part of the year, christmas here doesn’t make me happy because I just miss being with my people.
And while I keep myself going ahead with a hope for a reunion, I also hope that in the new year, we all get some of the truly wonderful things that we deserve.
Days of freedom, love and carefree abandon, a chance to pursue some crazy ideas, a passion to nurture, a dream to dream, places to visit, stories to share, and some time for reflection between all of this.
The Passing of the Year
by Robert W. Service
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit,
My den is all a cosy glow;
And snug before the fire I sit,
And wait to feel the old year go.
I dedicate to solemn thought
Amid my too-unthinking days,
This sober moment, sadly fraught
With much of blame, with little praise.
Old Year! upon the Stage of Time
You stand to bow your last adieu;
A moment, and the prompter's chime
Will ring the curtain down on you.
Your mien is sad, your step is slow;
You falter as a Sage in pain;
Yet turn, Old Year, before you go,
And face your audience again.
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And so from face to face I flit,
The countless eyes that stare and stare;
Some are with approbation lit,
And some are shadowed with despair.
Some show a smile and some a frown;
Some joy and hope, some pain and woe:
Enough! Oh, ring the curtain down!
Old weary year! it's time to go.
My pipe is out, my glass is dry;
My fire is almost ashes too;
But once again, before you go,
And I prepare to meet the New:
Old Year! a parting word that's true,
For we've been comrades, you and I --
I thank God for each day of you;
There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!
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