good riddance, but now what?

come, children, gather round my knee;
something is about to be.
tonight’s december thirty-first,
something is about to burst.
the clock is crouching, dark and small,
like a time bomb in the hall.
hark! it’s midnight, children dear.
duck! here comes another year.

-ogden nash.

 

 

 

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art credit: ed gorey, the house