Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Fare thee well, hello


Now the master’s pipe is cold,
his hound is in its grave,

and you yourself like leather worn,
with time alone to brave,

sing out the old year, sing out,
rejoice for what it gave,

then praise the bride who suckles
her pretty newborn babe.



4 comments:

Lorraine Renaud said...

my gosh William so beautiful, to me pure gold her name is Lily and i love what you wrote thank you so much x

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Lorraine, your good news is joy indeed.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Nice. Singing out another year, another eve, another...

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Yvonne. And may you sing on, and on....