The first of January rolls around
Like clockwork it appears
I find it’s timing most profound
As it brings us each new year
Right on time, It’s never late
Has never ever blown it
Apparently this wise old date
Refuses to postpone it
Drink a toast to January one
For annual consistence
It’s coming means the old year’s done
Let’s drink to it’s persistence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cheers! Stanley, couldn't have said it better. Welcome to 2006 and hope all good things come our way. Love Ernestine XXX