by Timothy Birdnow

12/31/2022

Ald Lang Syne an old Scottish Rhyme
Reminiscing of times long past
a time to pine
and drink some wine
and think of the things that last

But the darkness of the geriatric year
the dying of things long held dear
to be replaced with what we fear? We know not the course or the star by which to steer

The future awaits ready or not
it's coming now like a cannon shot
prisoners of our past
players in the cast
time we know not the lines though the floodlamps are hot

What course do the stars fix for our journey
our trip from the cradle to the gurney? A man scarcely knows which way the winds of life blows
in our long short stay in this strange tourney

So another Ald Lang Syne has come along
is it the beginning or the ending of our song?
Will all be right or all be wrong?
Will we be cut short or our lives prolong?

We of the mortal coil
we grub around in this dank soil
always are we far too obtuse
to understand what fruit it produce
from all our days of struggle and toil

How we long for the Ald Lang Syne! For those days we will surely pine But the past is gone and to pine is wrong
and in truth it was not all benign

So look to the future sky
and do not question why
a new year is about to dawn
say goodbye to the old with a sigh and a song
and be thankful your number's not drawn

For the grave awaits all
on this dusty old ball
But it won't get you yesterday  or last year
so hoist up your glass for the time that's gone past
for the moment put down all your fear

Ald Lang Syne never was full of cheer.

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