We’ve come to the end of another long year,
Which usually brings with it such good cheer.
But there are concerns in the air I hear,
As the end of an ancient calendar draws near.
Should we stop what we’re doing to get it in gear,
Or just take time to take time with those so dear?
Will some be so concerned as to fall on their spears,
While all others can muster is a few final tears.
We know by now that all is not what it appears,
The future will be the future; that is clear.
I think the day after we’ll all still be here,
And they’ll be one less Mayan legend to fear!