Poem: Happy Auld Lang Syne
Old Father Time looks weary
As his year in time draws close
His hair is long and white
He looks a worn-out sight.
His beard trails on the ground
As he walks slowly back, without a sound
His shoes are old and worn
His clothes are thin and torn
He is so different from
The keen and quick
Fresh faced young boy
That took on this year
With eagerness and zest
That was bursting at the seam
To give it his very best.
But look into this old man’s face
And read his every line
Look deep into his sharp, blue eyes
And see the wisdom shine.
Look at his frail old form
And think what he’s been through -
The past, the present, the future,
He’s been everybody’s time,
So raise your glass, and wish him
A Happy Auld Lang Syne.
Pollie Carver
Valley Gardens, Hapton