Old Year New Year
This year is the best year that I’ve ever had,
And last year, that year was the best year too,
But this year is a better year than that,
And next year will be such a ballyhoo !
Sure, there’s always bad stuff comes my way,
But what’s the use of crying useless tears ?
I guess there must be slow and washed-out days,
But they’re always nestled in the sunny years.
And if I tell myself each morning,
Working up my derring-do
With not a trace of snark or scorn,
I maybe can convince me that it’s true.
This year is the best year that I’ve ever had,
For if it’s not, then I must make it so.
I know, I know, it’s hard to shrug the bad,
But bad or good, the years still come and go.
Rhyming Couplets 