a grim conclusion to the year
we border on despair
as tales of woe chill every cheer
we fear the very air
when will it end, this new malaise
our daily do's and don'ts
when will we get back to our ways
revisit our old haunts
the ghosts of revolutions past
of wars and gilded ages
they tell us that this will not last
and tease us in our cages
as history reveals its rhyme
we cling to song and reason
and all the while, indifferent time
hurries along, in season
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