Yet be for some who greet this day
But many more have gone away
Than at this time last year
I do not look with happy eyes
For the coming year's surprise
And I will offer no surmise
For the response I fear
I know what I intend to do
I know what tasks I should see through
I know that I might well still rue
What may well happen here
There is no choice save to advance
Though it remains an awful chance
For those whose ragged feet must dance
Carry them to the clear
Don't forget: I'll be transferring fully over to Elliott RWI after the end of the year! Please follow me there!
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