First year, last year.

Future year, past year.

Year of grace, year of war.

Twelve months, seasons four.

Count the days, count the hours.

Work like a dog or go pick flowers.

Fresh and clean on New Year’s Day,

time races by and it’s all one-way.

Take this gift of a brand new year,

toast it in brandy, toast it in beer.

Remember, we loved 2015,

now it’s sent to the guillotine!

How to stop time? Well, that’s a trick

You may think me a lunatic.

Love alone stops the old tick tock.

That’s enough, I’ve got writer’s block!