Soon we will be ushering in New Year’s Day,
Pack up the memories of two thousand ten away.
Seems the time just flew by, 
Can anyone give me a reason why?
 
The  old man Father Time will be given the boot.
The babe of New Year will come in like a hoot.
The world around us has really not changed.
Look at men they are either angelic or deranged.
 
The war goes on overseas, with disastrous results,
We still have to endure the enemy insults.
Perhaps this year will see a promised peace.
With the Lord's help all hostilities will cease.
 
So bang the drum loudly let everyone know,
That there is more on the horizon than snow.
This coming new year Old Father Time.
Will gladly give way and really won't mind.

© Carol G Oliver