Friday, December 29, 2006

A Little Poetry for You: Service

For Poetry Friday, here's a poem to ring in the new year.
The Passing of the Year
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.

Go here for the rest of the poem.

And Happy New Year!


Stidmama said...

This was lovely to read tonight! Hope your weekend will be full of fun.

jules said...

Happy new year!

Gregory K. said...

And a happy new year to you, too, Nancy!