Year's End
Maybe this year you’ve been down in the dumps
Or filled with remorse or despair;
Maybe you’ve taken your share of the lumps,
For which you’d no time to prepare.
Or possibly, things were triumphant for you,
With victory, joy and success;
Perhaps hidden talents burst forth in debut,
A relief and delight to express.
But whether these months have been minus or plus,
Today the year comes to an end;
And as it has been and will always be thus,
The past isn’t ours to amend.
The future, however, is waiting and blank;
We start with a shiny clean slate.
Let’s hope that ’14 will be one that will rank
With the best, with no room for debate.
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