What’s The Rush

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By Jim Swettenham

(c) December 28, 2009

This is a time I greatly fear

It happens always, once a year

Sometimes I get in such a rage

At thought of turning a new page

I am content to live in the past

Would love to have those good times last

But now we hustle and scurry

Have no idea what’s the hurry

By time I go and blow my nose

Petals withered, can’t smell the rose

People shoving, people pushing

Don’t know why there’s so much rushing

Seems like only yesterday

We were alarmed with Y2K

But that was now 10 years ago

Where time went I just don’t know

Would love to make to good time last

Old Father Time waves hands too fast

And if I maybe be oh, so bold

Baby New Year will leave before she’s old

And so here I sit here frown on my face

Wrote this in a 10 minute frenzied pace

And so I’ll sit and loudly whine

Oh give me the days of Auld Lang Syne

So with these few words that kind of rhyme

I’d like to lament the passing of time

And as 2010 draws oh so near

I’d like to wish you a slower new year