December 25, 200718 yr I would like to wish all a Very Happy and Prosperous New Year 2008The Passing of the YearBy Robert William 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 thoughtAmid my too-unthinking days,This sober moment, sadly fraughtWith much of blame, with little praise.Old Year! upon the Stage of TimeYou stand to bow your last adieu;A moment, and the prompter's chimeWill 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.That sphinx-like face, remote, austere,Let us all read, what're the cost:O maiden! why that bitter tear?Is it for dear one you have lost?Is it for fond illusion gone?For trusted lover proved untrue?O sweet girl-face, so sad, so wan,What hath the Old Year meant to you?'And you, O neighbour on my right,So sleek, so prosperously clad!What see you in that aged wightThat makes your smile so gay and glad?What opportunity unmissed?What golden gain, what pride of place?What splendid hope" O Optimist!What read you in that withered face?And you, deep shrinking in the gloom,What find you in that filmy gaze?What menace of a tragic doom?What dark, condemning yesterdays?What urge to crime, what evil done?What cold, confronting shape of fear?O haggard, haunted, hidden One,What see you in the dying year?And so from face to face I flit,The countless eyes that stare and stare;Some are with approbation lit,And some are shadowed with despair.Some show a smile and some a frown;Some joy and hope, some pain and woe:Enough! Oh, ring that curtain down!Old weary year! it's time to go.My pipe is out, my glass is dry;My fire is almost ashes too;But once again, before you go;And I prepare to meet the New:Old year! a parting word that's true,For we've been comrades, you and I -I thank God for each day of you;There! bless you now! Old Year, goodbye!Should auld acquaintance be forgotAnd never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And auld lang syne?ChorusFor auld lang syne, my jo,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,For auld lang syne. And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup,And surely I'll be mine;And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes,And pou'd the gowans fine;But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,Sin' auld lang syne.We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,Frae morning sun till dine;But seas between us braid hae roar'd.Sin' auld lang syne.And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!And gie's a hand o' thine!And we'll tak' a right gud-wellie waught,For auld lang syne.Have a GREAT 2008
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