His worldly span one orbit ’round the sun

And now he lies sure spent to breathe his last,

For Father Time concedes his work is done

And good or bad, his reign on earth has passed.

A new born infant rises on the First

With all the pomp and promise hope can bring,

To sing with joy from heart set near to burst

While still unto the elder’s breast he clings.

The bells ring out! The passing year is gone!

Proud voices bold, erupt in ‘Auld Lang Syne’

Raising a glass to those who have moved on,

A draught of kindness lauds their place in time—

Bright dreams as ever rise up unrepressed