Iím told the old year dies tonight,
the bells will announce its doom.
memories now in distant flight,
in times immortal gloom.
But they ring-out, a promise too,
of new life with love and hope,
as each of us, we seek anew,
a life of wondrous scope.
But let us not, forget the past,
the friends and loved ones lost.
those memories, they will always last,
we forget them at our cost.