"Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies...And the wheels are turning and turning As the 20th century dies "
The 20th century is dead, yet we cling to the ways of the old. I am reminded of this too much by having spent the last week with my grandmother. Intolerant, set in her ways old woman. I admit, I have my own intolerances, but at least they seem to have some basis (if you cannot act like a human being, you do not deserve to be treated like one), other than arbitrary lines of money and race and religion.
Tomorrow the year dies. Tomorrow night it begins anew.
What will we find with the turning of the corpse of the old year to the child of the new?
The 20th century is dead, yet we cling to the ways of the old. I am reminded of this too much by having spent the last week with my grandmother. Intolerant, set in her ways old woman. I admit, I have my own intolerances, but at least they seem to have some basis (if you cannot act like a human being, you do not deserve to be treated like one), other than arbitrary lines of money and race and religion.
Tomorrow the year dies. Tomorrow night it begins anew.
What will we find with the turning of the corpse of the old year to the child of the new?
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