So it’s your last day, aye!
Then you’re off the hook,
sayonara! ur revoir!
c’est la vie!
365 days of poetry
is no minor feat, especially
the third time around, Geez—
to say your daily musing will be missed
would be an understatement, I admit
I’m guilty of my daily dose, except—
Char, you’ve got moxie.
(“and that’s what I appreciates most about you”)
So when the clock strikes twelve
full of champagne cheer, Hark!
Hear, Hear! That firework’s for you
and a happy, Happy New Year!