At midnight, he'll propose a toast
and raise to them a fluted glass
as they gaze, muted, at their host.
Though his own eye may bring a tear,
he knows theirs will stay dry, en masse,
as they ring in the coming year.
That he alone bears witness to
this cheerless savoir-fair, is clear.
In lonely minds, such peers debut
but camaraderie, at most,
is retrospect to spirits. Here,
where every guest is but a ghost,
at midnight, he'll propose a toast
that he alone bears witness to...
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow, nice poem! Maybe you could check mine if you want :)