Toast The New Year Poem by Edwina Reizer

Have a toast and drink to me
and taste the sweetened drink.
And I, myself shall have a sip
before I sit and think.
And though you're there
and I am here
the drinks will slowly disappear
and once again in separation
we begin another year.

Oh to start the year anew
and not know what it will bring
will have me go from day to day
always wondering.
Shall it be filled with agony
or will the toast I make come true?
Only time will answer that
or the toast that was made by you.