Another Year
Another year gone and the old man with the scythe
Is growing closer. He hasn't been subtle, has he.
Too many good people gone, I could sit and cry
For them except that you look exceptionally snazzy
Despite the miles on your odometer
As if you have a few more aces up your sleeve.
Maybe you were born under a lucky comet or
Maybe it's the wine, but I do believe
When I look at you and take your hand you're
Positively glowing. Maybe you've been sorry a
Long enough time and now we get some grandeur
And go out dance and sing our aria.
May this year bring us before it's flown
All we would have wished for had we only known.
By Gary Johnson
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