Passing Out-Coming In

There’ll be nothing more
from two-thousand-four
save the memories and the bills.

No more pain and strife
will enter each life
no more of aught-four ills.

It’s two-thousand-five
we are alive
and who cares if it rains.

The birds in the trees
are resting their knees
and singing their sweet refrains.

The Rose Parade’s done
the game’s not yet won
and dinner is cooking away.

We’ll gather with friends
and say our “Amens”
while spending the day at play.

For labor will come
to those blessed more than some
our aims and our goals will take form.

We’ll plant in each mind
something special and kind
and seek them to become the norm.

So delight in this new year
shake hands and give cheer
there’s promises ahead for each one.

One day at a time
giving reason a rhyme
until this new year is done.

©January 1, 2005