Another year has skulked away
With treasures, troubles, odd confusions,
A few new happenings that may
Become, with the right transfusions,
A novel worthwhile form of play.
Our lives are short, perceptions slack,
There's always much that we have missed.
We're happy with "I'm alright Jack"
If our lives can consist
Of looking forward, not much back.

I have no pains, I still can see.
My hearing's good
 
I must agree
That guy, with hood
Is far away, two thousand three.