How can it be, how can this be

 That the year is finally done

Here we sit and here we stand

Having thusly gone and thusly won

Although the light with which we gain

Does not glow with bright

It continues to sit ready in vain

Just within our sight

I reach out a hand

Unwilling to cease this quest

Unaware of where I shall land

Slight doubt exists at best

I shall move on, I will continue

For never shall it win

I trudge on with hearty brava

The flap of a wing and the swish of a fin


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