The End of the Road

subtitled: Bye-Bye, 2016 With a sigh, bye-bye, two-thousand sixteen thanks for precious treasure born of my genes, two brand-new babies which God anointed. With a sigh, bye-bye, two-thousand sixteen Oh me! Oh my! two-thousand sixteen Some common displeasure, the pain was mean, two broken bones and a hip disjointed. Oh me! Oh my! two-thousand sixteen Why should I cry? two-thousand sixteen Wonder what is coming, new on the scene? Some grief, some fame, or the end of my road? Why should I cry? two-thousand sixteen Yo! Hello, two-thousand seventeen Carpe diem, New Year, by sight unseen with belief, not blame, as my fate downloads. Yo! Hello, two-thousand seventeen **written January 13, 2017 (good luck Friday) for contest: The End of the Road