The last day—when it repeats,
Like when it is an eve,
It is celebrated and commemorated
And when that day is final, it is hated.
Yes, I am talking about doomsday.
Now, some people will say
That I am a sadist because I am not feeling gay
When a fresh start is just a few hours away.
I am happy to know that things have changed,
That many things have happened
Which were tough at first but made life better.
I am writing this thought just as an observation.