Come, raise a glass
To those who have passed
in the passing year
The great and the terrible
who troubled the body politic;
The talented, whose voices,
now stilled, but not forgotten,
brought pleasure, insight,
and understanding;
Family and friends whose love
shaped and defined us ---
whose passing
leaves an emptiness
that naught will ever fill
Raise a glass to the year’s other losses:
Dreams that will not come true ,
to comfortable images
of ourselves that have died
Raise a glass to the old.
Now raise a glass to the new
To what ever the new year brings,
Illness or heath.
Gain or loss
Life or death
To whatever the New Year brings
Come! Raise a glass.
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
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cheers!!
Fee
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Happy New Year!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~