I NEVER LIKED TWO THOUSAND AND NINETEEN (a.k.a. A Villa-knell to Mark the End of a Rather Unpleasant Year)

I never liked two thousand and nineteen

Not just an odd number but on the verge

Of a brighter twenty-twenty dream.

The year itself: dull and awkward scenes

With some tough memories I long to purge.

I never liked two thousand and nineteen.

My tired eyes have a teary sheen,

Overflowing with a desperate urge

For a brighter twenty-twenty dream.

And still how maddening time’s march now seems,

Its beat so solemn it might be a dirge.

I never liked two thousand and nineteen.

It’s become so hard to vent my spleen

For if I start, I might very well splurge

Before the brighter twenty-twenty dream.

I suppose it won’t be too long between

The years, before present and future merge.

I never liked two thousand and nineteen

But I might the twenty-twenty dream.