1991 was a good year for me,
even though there was just as much bad.
It brought to me the many friends,
as well as taking the ones I had.
It took so many lives of those
who were so loved by us all.
And even though their voices are gone,
I can still hear them call.
It was a year of helping others
and having loads of fun,
a time of many hard working days,
yet a time of lazy ones.
So many times I ran in fear
to someone in distress,
then turned around a little later
and gave my friends the best.
So many lights of friendship gone,
so many new and bright.
Once again, it was a year
to love and hate the light.
It was a year of touch and see,
a year of holding back.
For as many tears that built inside,
the concern was much to lack.
It was a year of seeing rock
come to awe my eyes.
For what the human eyes never saw,
it was more than a surprise.
Ninety-one was certainly long
and a whole new thing to learn.
For as many things that taught us to laugh,
many taught us to burn.
It was a year of meeting people
and accepting them for who they are.
Having a blast over anything,
and loving someone from afar.
It was a time to miss a lot,
as lives and events escaped.
They can never be replaced again,
but the future must be laid.
So all in all, as I can see for now
the year was a great success.
For as much as we wanted to live and learn,
we certainly don’t have any less.
12-31-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)