Here is a New Year poem most graciously donated by Judith A.Lindberg.

Auld Lang Sayne

And midnight toasts.

 

The hourglass tilts

To empty the final grains -

 

And we laugh out loud,

Wanting to cry...

 

Holding back time - impossible.

 

We sift our hopes

In ebbing sands.

 

We face the future,

Afraid, but tenacious.

 

 

Bry-Back Manor