’21 now lies behind us,

A stale fart on December’s breeze,

Now ’22, shiny and new,

Brings hope; She’s such a tease.

Will She prove to be a good one?

Filled with love and hope?

Or will She offer, instead,

More fear and dread,

Meaning some just cannot cope?

When twelve months have been

Then we can see,

With the aid of Her rear view,

If She brought good or bad.

Joy or sad,

For us all in ’22.

But, if woe we get,

Then, friends, don’t forget,

For I think you’’ll see,

If ’22 is shit,

Then what of it?

There’s always ’23.