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Robert Lindner
2025
Time for New Year’s Eve to
Mark the end of another year. The New
Year that will then arrive
Is Twenty-twenty-five.
And since I’m still alive
To see the day go by, I can wish you
Happy New Year. So I
Will. And I can hope the next year goes by
With better fortunes or
At least some good luck for
Us all. It’s hard since war
Continues here and there and people die.
It’s hard to see a way
Forward, this next year, after New Year’s day
That will bring the peace we
Hope for. But what will be,
Will be and we can’t see
The future nearly well enough to say
More than what we hope will
Be the best that we can expect and still
Be better than the worst
We think we could be cursed
With. But it is the first
Day of a New Year and the winter’s chill
Is in my tired, old bones.
Still, I’ll try to eschew my moans and groans
For the celebration
Of life, that creation
Of the earth, we live on,
And its existence in one of the zones
In the universe we
Call “habitable.” A place, we’re lucky
To be in. But we are
Here, going round our star
Not too close, not too far,
Once more. So, I can wish you a Happy
New Year with good fortune
And good health, as we sing the New Year’s tune
Written by Bobby Burns
To sing, as the world turns
Away from old concerns,
As the new ones will be here much too soon.
As the midnight bells ring
“Should Auld Acquaintance be forgot,” we’ll sing
“For auld lang syne” and face
The world with style and grace,
As our earth goes through space
And with it, life, that is our everything.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
FROM ROBERT LINDNER
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