Well, where has the year gone? This is my last post of the year and I wanted to wish you all
a wonderful New Year ahead and thank you for joining me throughout the year.
I want to see the year out with a classic poem by American author and poet, Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
The Year
What can be said in new Year rhymes
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come , the old years go
We know we dream, we dream we know
We hug the world until it stings
We curse it then and sigh for wings
We live , we love, we woo, we wed
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear
And that's the burden of a year
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Nov 5 1850—Oct 30 1919
