A year is gone

That one year was awfully quiet

and funny - quiet is all I sought before.

That one year was so must astray

and funny - all I wanted was astray, but long ago.

The world hasn't been quite so,

and so hasn't been the world I sowed.

There have been tremors and there have been squeals

and funny - we all have lived through them like mice quite meek.

There is no memory of what happened here

and funny - it's all we're gonna remember for long.

A year is, my dear now gone,

far too long is yesterday's dawn.