(gathered from bits of friends’ conversation during my fifteen year daily visiting in memory loss units … let’s face it, sentimentality is not a crime there!)
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
To this I would not come, I thought — in all my younger times.
For auld lang syne, my dear, the long since passed and gone.
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for what we’ve lost and won.
So I forget the ones I love, — the dearest and the best!
This illness steals the heart away — the cursing with the blest.
For auld lang syne, my dear, the long since passed and gone
and what I ate for breakfast, too, at the rising of the sun.
We two have chased the wealth of life and picked the flowers of joy
We’ve wandered many a weary mile, since we were girl and boy.
We two have paddled rivers wide, we’ve raised up children grown,
but blurred by roar of wind and tide – they are to us unknown.
For auld lang syne, my dear, the long since passed and gone —
O some of us are angry now, and some are deep withdrawn.
Yet I’ve a hand I wish you’d hold, and, when you smile, I shine.
The angels store my memories for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear — sweet present, precious past —
Let’s drink that cup of kindness, for the kindness is what lasts.