It’s nothing but a blip on a Roman
calendar, but the sun factually has
seen us circle it complete;

Boys become men, girls women
but not until they realize that to
go forward, back is neat!

Live a whole life toward that sun
we encircle, warming ourselves on
the thought of love…

Not late night and drunk escapades,
I’m speaking of first crushes, first
kisses and the first hug;

Mom was there or not, Dad a great
example or not, but we drive our
lives towards the path—

The one that never tires of that going
back, becoming not old but young
again with altered math!

We can rise only when we fall! We grow
tall only when we respect the small!
That youth inside…

It’s the only way we grow alive… “Be
as these little ones” to go to heaven,
folks, it’s peace of mind!

As that ball drops, another year, play
Mendelssohn’s Octet in E, climb the
mountain that repeats…

Visit Fingal’s Cave, watch the waves
crash, 1, 2, 3… Us around the sun… Never
give up, not here, not there, be of
childhood cheer!! Happy New Year…