Hail to
the season of remembrance!
A time of times both prized and stored away.
Praised be the arts of social grace and semblance,
Put on like clothes to keep the cold at bay.
Years of atrophy require attention,
Hearing but an intermittent song.
On holidays we tend to love's retention,
Lest time sever ties we would prolong.
In celebration, then, of life and love,
Destiny and hope and hapless mirth,
All ought let the season in them move,
Yielding to the rituals of rebirth,
Sustained by what we know dear friends are
worth.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Like the Sky. By Damiano Baldoni. Performed by Damiano Baldoni at the
Free Music Archive under an Attribution license.
