IN WITH THE NEW

by Stan C. Countz

Searching,
Yearning
Always learning

Moving
Choosing
Never losing

Growing
Knowing
Always going

My how time has flown
The year just slipped by
I’m here all alone

My memory’s a blur
Don’t wanna relive it
That’s for sure

So now I know
The highs and lows
The tide ebbs and flows

This river, this sliver
Of time in history
Is a sign that human misery
May be at or near the end

Two thousand nine is history
Twenty ten is a mystery
And it's just around the bend