"People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us." ~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Old Year..., Goodbye
My pipe is out, my glass is dry; My fire is almost ashes too; But once again,before you go, And I prepare to meet the New: Old Year! a parting word that's true, For we've been comrades, you and I --I thank God for each day of you; There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!