Let me propose
Though late I suppose
A toast to all those
Who are readers
Be they women or men
Daily, or now and again
Our poems without them
Want for the eye of a reader
A thanks now to those
Who graze on our prose
A good writer knows
No greater friend than those
Who throughout the year are the readers
For want of a read
Many poet’s hearts bleed
As they strive to succeed
In winning attention of the readers
So let us toast them now
While making this vow
For praise declare them Saints
(We may ignore their complaints)
Before the year ends, we should all raise a glass to the readers.
A Happy New Year to you all.
Don’t forget to toast yourself if you are also a reader.
Speaking strictly for myself, tonight I plan to get drunk on poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for the complement of readers and readership.