A Toast for the New Year

 

The New Year ought not come, but be attained

by only those who celebrate a time well spent.

December’s final days are mounting steps

to reach that peak of midnight, head unbent —

To stand upon that yearly peak of time —

look back without regret, look forward without fear;

To stand as in salute to one year’s pride and

one year’s promise; pledge to both a solemn cheer;

To hold unbridled future, as a white mare to be caught

and tamed, and molded to man’s will;

To hold one goal; reach out, and finding it too far,

to walk toward it; to walk and say — I will;

To gain that goal; to say —  I have — and set

another goal — to check the score next New Year’s eve.

Dear Reader,
I wrote this toast for the New Year of 1968, 
50 years ago. At each year-end, I repeat it, 
enjoying it anew.
Best,
Ilene Skeen

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