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I would submit that 2020 doesn’t really measure up to the average — but it won’t deserve its own poem, either ...

A Thought For The Old Year

“Happy New Year!” They all want to say,
With little regard for what’s slipping away,
A year of fond hopes and bright dreams is now gone,
And we only have thoughts of the new ones to dawn.

Take just a moment to think of the past,
The days now gone by that made memories last.
We had all the birthdays. We ate all the cake.
We had great good times and now, goodness sake,

They want to forget it with hardly a nod,
A whole year forgotten. I think that it’s odd.
One day, in our dotage, we’ll all reminisce,
On those “Good Old Days” we’re so willing to miss.

A thought for the old year seems timely tonight,
Its lengthening shadow drifts slowly from sight.
The old year departs with a staggering tread,
As we watch a new year toddle in, in its stead.

It will sleep with the others in a long endless pile,
But I’d like to point out that it went out with style.
There isn’t a doubt that it’s one for the books,
But it’s clearly not one we’d have chosen for looks.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . December 31, 2004