NEW YEAR


Oh dear,
time is a-fleeting.
The countdown began
a brand new year
to mess up in.
Too many things to do,
friends to visit --
a whole slew.
But here I am
getting back to you.
With thanks in my heart,
straw in my head.
At least I'm alive,
not yet quite dead.
I think I'll just leave
with my wishes for you.
May your year be blessed
free of wants and distress,
Peace and good health,
and all of my best.
Thank you for your friendship,
all the year through.
I hope you feel that way too.
I'm no poet,
darn, I know it.
But, this is the end.
The end


(c) Gwen Beauregard - (12.31.10)