Poem for a New Year

From fifty-nine to aught o'clock
One year is lost, another bought.
What's done is done, what's gone be not
It came but once, now never sought.

Time waited long for its begin
From all eternity to send
Then just as soon behind it left
For all eternity to sift.

2004 an even year?
Then nervous I await an odd
1000 plus dead in a war
Whose lives were best spent otherwhere
And billions spent that could have helped
So many other better fare
Add hundred thousands just in time
For this years death toll up to climb
Chaotic waters, primeval power
Gave to us tsunami's hour

It's all a mystery to me
A man alive, and now he's dead
A year is here, and now it's past
And only God persists to last

But why to see the time now out,
The contents from the glass outpoured,
Should rather think the glass' destin
For savors of the year in store