Here's To Less Fear In The Brand New Year

HERE'S TO LESS FEAR IN THE BRAND NEW YEAR

 

There once was a forecaster in Dallas, 

Who said, “Eighty-six—what a palace!” 

Now maps flash with warnings 

And folks stay inside, 

Afraid of the heat or a malice. 

Eighties kids set off small bangs, 

With parents nearby, hearing clangs. 

Now all of those sparks 

Are banned in our parks, 

And backyards sit silent with pangs. 

A kid used to climb fifteen feet 

A tree mighty high, mighty neat 

Now parents they shout 

“Come down, you get out! 

And miss all the view and the sweet." 

For ’26, here is a cheer, 

May we all be a bit, well,  more dear. 

Climb higher, run fast, 

Embrace life to the last, 

And let go of your worry and fear. 

Happy New Year! 

Blue

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