Old Year, New Year



Some of the events were tough to take

A few of the deaths, and a few breaks

Some got lost in the shuffle of the cards

A few were curious, even though hard



To follow ... to understand ... to surmise

Why certain scenarios were such a surprise

But now it's all caught up in the file drawers

A year from now, we'll ask what was it all for



For each new year brings with it new models

Each new version makes us tinker and twaddle

We look forward to each new design with delight

For donning the new one makes us feel so bright



We are then caught up so in planned obsolence

At this time of year ... we make ourselves a new presence

And then resolve to make everything in the future alright

But the newness will only last from now to midnight ...



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

1:10 pm New Year's Day, 1999