A New Year’s Toast

Sipping the future and swallowing the past

A glass ball falls
while our hopes rise
that past regrets
and wordless sighs
will be relinquished
and forgot
and never brought
to mind

A midnight gong
and glasses clink
as couples kiss
while others drink
a toast to
this brand new year
will bring.

So here’s to peace
within Iraq
so all our troops
will soon be back.
And to old friends
in New Orleans
rebuilding what
they lost.

To people on
the streets alone
who have no place
to call their own.
To single moms
and jobless dads
and those whose
mates have died.

To neighbors, friends
and family
who fill our lives
and to the Lord
whose gift to us
is this
awaiting year.