A New Year’s Poem by Ogden Nash

 

Good Riddance, But Now What?

By Ogden Nash

Come, children, gather round my knee;

Something is about to be.

Tonight’s December thirty-first,

Something is about to burst.

The clock is crouching, dark and small,


Like a time bomb in the hall.

Hark! It’s midnight, children dear.

Duck! Here comes another year.