He took her offered hand and into the surf they trod—
Milady and Milord, Milady and Milord.
She took and held his hand as into the grass they went—
The lady and the gent, the lady and the gent.
Chances and maybes risked and the future dawns anew—
Could be me and you, could be me and you.
Ten seconds to Midnight and looms a Happy New Year—
To all cherished and dear, to you all, cherished and dear!
Posted on December 28, 2014, in Poem and tagged barefoot, chance-taking, cherished, countdown, dear, dreams, future, gent, grass, hand-holding, hands, maybe, midnight, my lady, my lord, New Years, risking, surf. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.