20 ODE 20 The New Year bell rings, On deafened ears, Promises to be, For the coming year. We've all had our Christmas, A time of good cheer, But what of our future, As it draws so near? I promise not to laugh, At your ridiculous gear, Or to say how much you've put on, In the passing of a year. I promise not to cry, When I leave you by the side, The side of the roadway, As I say goodbye. So 2020 has come at last, And just as our friendship, It will come to pass. The bell keeps on chiming, Incessant as it sounds, I will be forever thankful, When I am put, In thy hallow ground.