Old Lang Syne


The crystal clings with toast of things remembered from the year.

The wine pours red and we nod our head to loved ones we hold dear. 

A kiss held softly an embrace held tightly all to say I love you.

That moment of kindness of auld lang syne with feelings of old and new

Brace the old man who now lifts his staff among the stars of time

As we pray to the mystery of luck and fortune let’s sing to old lang syne.

We will remember and not forget and hold  all unforgotten with years.

We will laugh among us, and cry for the lost ones  all remembered in tears…

©  CMM   2014