Hopefully nowhere we’d rather forget!
Were we circulating?
Hibernating?
Gravitating?
Or merely contemplating the flow of days
we’ve spent in all our different ways
since last we met?
What have we learned in all these weeks?
That wisdom is as wisdom speaks
That fortune’s fickle, so is fame
they flicker like a candle flame
That things are seldom as they seem
and some are nothing but a dream
That far-off places entertain
but not like coming home again
is what we’ve learned in all these weeks
We are enslaved by obligation
beset by trial and tribulation
So where to find the motivation
to interrupt our occupation
and join this annual celebration?
Our ritual of giving thanks
is worth all the gold in all the banks
There’s no more precious rendezvous
Than being here today with you