by Cpl. Robert Lin Cook
Jan 1942–Sep 1945

A new year is coming,
of that you can be sure,
there’s nothing 
that can stop it
so we just endure.

Let us stop and ponder
on the things that
have gone before.
Politics are much the same:
a lot of talk
and no refrain.

Bad ideas all remain,
the system is remiss,
they think more
of their positions
than they do about 
their missions.

The stinkin’ war 
is still in place,
we have a chance 
of losing face.
It ain’t the kind of war
that you can win,
to stay there
is a lousy sin.

The economy is 
in a shambles,
recovery stays
mighty slow.
Little by little
is the way to go.
We hang on to
every penny
like it'll be
our very last,
lookin’ for bargains
to save on cash.

Xmas is all over
it was a lovely time,
now comes 
the payback down
to the last dime.
Be mindful of the joy,
the kids had a great time.

So gather up your
and tie them
in a bow.
You’ll probably never
keep them,
so throw them
out the door.
Happy New Year!

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The author: Robert Lin Cook served with Regimental Weapons Co. (2d-2d) from 1942–44, at Guadalcanal
and Tarawa during a 33-month overseas tour.

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