I have some tragic news to share, old man “Usta” died.
Sad but true I’m telling you – it cannot be denied.
We usta talk and laugh a lot and sometimes disagree.
But now we cannot vent at all because we live pc.
We usta call our God by names, one different from another.
But now we don’t dare mention him. Why? Go ask your mother.
We usta live our lives in peace, the Golden Rule applied.
A difference of opinion now, we simply can’t abide!
I usta be so buff and trim, my muscles couldn’t hide.
I always ate so sensibly avoiding rich, deep-fried.
I usta walk five miles a day, endorphins, don’t you know?
Now I wake up bedraggled ‘til I have my cuppa joe.
I must resolve to do something -- a list for my new year.
I’ll try to make it sound good. (Pretend you didn’t hear.)
I’ll lose some weight and exercise and eat my veggies too.
Hey, chocolate, coffee come from beans – just to name a few.
I’ll try to be more tolerant and listen attentively.
When brainless folk start jabbering and force me to agree.
I’ll try to stay more positive and keep my focus sunny.
I’ll even laugh at people’s jokes while wishing they were funny.
I’ll limit my time on the Internet as well my toys.
Yes, including PopeAlarm, one of my many joys.
I’ll try to save more money -- if Uncle Sam can too.
I know he wouldn’t like it if we sent an IOU.
Keeping current is my goal, to find out what is trending.
I want to stay informed even when my life is ending.
What's new up here in Heaven? “Sorry, I don’t know.
Maybe you'll be better off to try your luck below.”
I vow to keep on writing until I’m glued to bed.
Remember that clever saying, better read than dead?
Now say goodbye to Usta – it’s time for him to go.
He’s left a little hole in our hearts, we miss him don’t you know.
Happy New Year Blessings -- good luck, good health and happiness in all the days ahead.