Tis the week before Christmas
and all thru the board
No one is talking about merriment and cheer.
Suppose the Mayans are right and the end is near.
Why not party like you did not care
If indeed the Mayans are wrong then what's the harm.
We each should greet today like our last.
All for naught will be here too fast.
I suppose I could write some rhythmic prose.
But all is lost if no one knows.
As I sit here and ponder
I wonder and wonder
How each of you will treat the coming days as we wind down
another year on this spinning orb of green and blue.
All I can say is love one another and to those be true.
and all thru the board
No one is talking about merriment and cheer.
Suppose the Mayans are right and the end is near.
Why not party like you did not care
If indeed the Mayans are wrong then what's the harm.
We each should greet today like our last.
All for naught will be here too fast.
I suppose I could write some rhythmic prose.
But all is lost if no one knows.
As I sit here and ponder
I wonder and wonder
How each of you will treat the coming days as we wind down
another year on this spinning orb of green and blue.
All I can say is love one another and to those be true.