January 1, 2021
The midnight chime is drawing near
A welcomed sound I long to hear.
It’s time to put this year to bed,
Look forward to the year ahead.
It’s time to move beyond survive.
It’s time to live, to soar, to thrive.
The year to hibernate and hide
Is history, it’s time to ride.
We’ll fill the tank, it’s time to roam,
No longer locked inside our home.
We’ll take a picnic to the park
Just sit and talk ‘til way past dark.
We’ll visit those we long to see.
I’ll share some rhymes, some poetry.
There it is the year is done.
We welcome you year twenty-one.