Although some celebrate today
the Scotsman’s favorite bard,
my day is elsewise occupied
and I shall find it hard
to think of he whose “Auld Lang Syne”
will ring out through the night.
For this day someone else was born
who gives my life delight.
My first, my last, my everything,
my better half, by far,
the truest friend I’ve ever had:
my one and only Star.
So Robbie Burns, I wish ye well
there under heath and sod;
You’ve given me much, I admit,
to think on man and God.
But today is for goddesses,
and I’ve one in the flesh;
were you alive, it’s likely you
would feel the same, I guess.
A toast to verse, and tuneful speech,
to poets at their rest,
and to the muses such as mine
who give all life their zest.
25 JAN 2005
For Sondra (Starlight Dances)
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