Here is a New Year poem most graciously donated by Judith A.Lindberg.

Auld Lang Sayne

And midnight toasts.


The hourglass tilts

To empty the final grains -


And we laugh out loud,

Wanting to cry...


Holding back time - impossible.


We sift our hopes

In ebbing sands.


We face the future,

Afraid, but tenacious.



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