|
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 sparkle 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 New
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!
Hug!
Dedicated to Jesus Christ, the Word, the Author of our
Script, Who invites us to help write our lines at His
side! Who directs every scene of the Drama of Life, as
we let Him! Who died so that we might live forever.
Amen. A Blessed New Year to all!
VGAgee@aol.com (temp); VGAgee@adelphia.net (new)
Poem
in the book, ???Where Our Spirits Meet???. |
