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Show TAPS WELL, Old Year, good-bye Taps while you die! Y'ou brought a lot of new things to' us. You have told us a lot of our failings and helped us to step better. You have tripped us up and knocked us down and talked cross to us, at times. But we understood, and didn't mind, because we knew you thought a lot of us. So Taps to you, as you steal away Into a past strewn with the efforts of die mighty. We made a lot of mistakes while you were with us, Old Year. But Taps to them. We went ahead and did things without thinking them carefully out And then you told us afterward of these blunders. So, you .see, we j learned. Thank you, Old Year. How many times we were disappointed disap-pointed I What great things passed us by! But Taps for them, now, too. Life, after all, Is but an unfolding, a sowing and a reaping, a going to bed at nighttime and a getting up in the morning, tears and laughter, 'work and rest, while Time plays about us. But now you are going away. Old Year. Good luck to you with what we have given to you. Taps! For all that we have lost or failed In Taps ! But no regrets just gladness for chances, and a million prods of every sort hidden away in the somewhere to find us all anew In the glad New Year that will awaken us on the morrow. mor-row. We tried, we failed we won. While you go, we-smile, and a few tears touch our smiles. But we blow our Taps. Listen to them. Old Year. And good bye ! Detroit Free Tress. |
