In The Coming New Year

A poem to old friends

May ’24 treat you gently and fair May all those you touch know that you care May the sun rise and set without any fear With each day in the coming new year

May all that you breathe be the finest of air May each day bring you a feeling of cheer May you laugh so hard it brings you to tears With each day in the coming new year

May your sorrows be small when they appear May your dreams be of wonders and ever so clear May you never fall into a rut or despair With each day in the coming new year

And when we are distant as we are in these days, May we all stay in touch in our own special ways.

— WOLRAD

(A poem from the Wolrad collection #277)