The final phase of death
As the old year takes its last gulp
A scrapbook of assortment
In the choking of a breath
A battlefield left wide
After twelve months of pain
Tortuous misadventures
Though glorious moments of pride
Heroes in war, criminals who should not be on the street
People of authority with a mission to meet
We ordinary folk, doing the best that we can
May all stride into 2008 with the greatest élan