Predicted for so long, it finally came.
It’s New Year’s Eve,
The end of days we knew as Twenty-twelve.
Unlike the ancient Mayans,
Unlike religious zealots making guesses in the dark,
Three-hundred sixty-six of them were known
From New Year’s last.
And once we pass
Through the tribulation of Auld Lang Synes,
Through the Armageddon of hangovers,
Through the supposed Promised Land of bowl games
And New Year’s sale events,
We’ll start the cycle all over again.
In that, at least, the Mayans were right;
The end of days is just a new beginning.
Happy New Year!