As usual, the world's a mess;
It always was, at my best guess,
A place we'd like to rearrange,
By making circumstances change.
We still have wars and poverty;
Without those two, where would we be?
We preach of peace, good will toward men,
And then we start to fight again.
At year-end's time, we try to cope
With what we have, but yet, we hope
For better times, as we pursue
Elusive dreams we hope ensue.