I wrote this a year ago, and suddenly it is once again pertinent....
What's this? New Year's Eve? Again?
It hardly seems a week since then!
When I was young, so long ago,
Each year would pass by, drawn and slow.
But as I grew, they faster went
The weeks flew by to each event.
And then the months foreshortened more
As time's perception downward bore
'Til now those years, drawn out and slow,
Flash by - and in an instant go.