Here’s to the “Constants” in our lives,
Which give us support, vigor, peace and happiness,
To outlast the troubles and to thrive,
Through the winding roads, and the darkness.
They come in various forms, tangible or not,
Our families, friends, colleagues, homelands, Gods and such,
A piece of literature, a hero of a battle well fought,
A hobby, which, of the hours in a day, doesn’t think much.
May you nurture your constants and find new ones,
As we make this transition from one year to the other,
A small change it is, which does seem at once,
A happy fleeting cloud in an otherwise constant weather.
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