Only Scottish can the feeling bring of Burns??™ ???Auld Lang Syne???,  but his poem will be sung by voices full for all the rest of time. Those sparkling globes descend each year, and all of us will ever sing,  A poet??™s dream -- his poem to hear every every New Year bring!

 ???Should old acquaintance be forgot and days of Old Lang Syne???? A question to transcend the sound of this poor poet??™s rhyme. And do we really know to whom or what our hearts so cling? Do we recall for whom or what our notes of joy now ring?

 As I write these words I hear in mind Burns??™ notes, as though,  The poet??™s song the pipers play in the air, as faces by me flow; It carries with its haunting tune each and every New Year ghost; If only for a moment Time would let me join again their host!

 Should indeed we e??™er forget those spirits who with us went
On life??™s short journey their days on earth with us spent?
On life??™s stage, their act complete, they left when curtain closed,
And in next scene script contained them not as I supposed.

Dickens??™ Ghosts of Xmas past haunt me the very most;  Of the best of times which never can let be lost a great host! ???Vance, move on with life, why in past do you stay!???  But past is the ever now ever present in a special way!

From when a kid I recall the greatest night of my whole year: My Uncle ???Doc??? gave us all a party full of News Year??™s cheer. He started with dinner out for us all that we could not afford, And then to old family house we crowded cars aboard.

After snacks, mom would great-grand dad piano play,
Aunts, uncles, cousins and, still alive, my dad we stay
In sitting room of ancient things from Germany brought;
Uncle ???Doc??? legends Black Forest each of us he taught.

Then all too soon my yearly dream came to apparent end,
Each of us through Buffalo snow our way home to wend.

Since many poems will tell of stories just like your very own, I tell no further stories of my time on earthly stage alone.

But I share with all who love your own Auld Lang Syne:

The ghosts are pictures only of all of us in Time,
Each person, each event we love seem ever on the Stage;
We all act -- while house lights down our drama us engage! 

But when complete Lights come up,
They are all still here;
And there is no fear!
Auld Lang Syne
Forever near!
Ever, ever
Happy
New
Year!

Applause!

Bow!

VGAgee@aol.com

Dedicated to Jesus Christ, the Word, the Author of our Script, Who invites us to help write our lines at His side!