New years come and go We creatures of habit mark them, Celebrate the end of the old And beginning of the new
Reminisce with grins and grimaces At what has passed And look to the next day to usher in A new life with the new dawn.
But what it ushers in Is just the next day, followed by another, And prologue is past.
Fate may be in the works. Destiny may shadow our minds But we determine our direction, Desire guides our determination.
Our plots are not from Verdi and Puccini The scenes are not drawn on January 1. The songs in our hearts Are born as we breathe.
January 2 follows January 1 February follows January Spring follows winter And summer follows spring.
The magic of our new year Does not spring from the calendar But from the desire that grows Out of our continual nurturing.
And here we are One year later In the same country In the same time zone
But still apart While being together Our love is strong Our togetherness survives
Apart yet we are close The miles are shorter And the hearts do not touch But warmth reaches us, encloses us.
You are my love You were not on New Year's Eve last You will be on New Year's Eve next This I believe, because we will want it. Happy New Year, My love.
By Dave Rosso