New Year Poem

New Year Poem 2009
J.M. Culleny

How d’ya feel about the new year, chum?
I’m just glad the old one’s gone.
Not gone –can't you see it’s a continuum?

I can, but ‘scuse my circumspection.
All time is one.
It’s true, all years are frames in a projection.

Yeah, but, some are very stark and stand out.
Some are good, some glum.
Too bad how this one’s panned out.

So, we gonna celebrate and drink up?
What for? What’s new?
Let’s just toast that there aren’t more
disasters we can think up.

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