Janus waits in the wings.

As with previous dead years

He will bring

Laughter and tears.



Doors open and close.

The futurologist thinks he knows

What the future holds.



But Janus thumbs his nose,

And history goes

On as before,

And where it goes

Heaven only knows.


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