This year is nearly done, will soon be history,
We look back on it now, discern what came to be,
Recall what we thought then, if and when that changed;
But see, in hindsight now, how far emotions ranged.
We gauge each story again, and stagger its import;
No matter how or why, your mind will hold its court.
There will be some, before you’re finished, you’ll forget,
A few, you won’t escape them, on an even bet.
There will be one, however, personal ad strong,
To which you feel attached, opinion right or wrong.
Regardless how this all plays out, a scowl or cheer,
There are those who insist on saying, Happy New Year!
© Richard Williams