Friday 55 Flash Fiction #7 Bad Time

Bad Time

“I’ll be happy when it’s over” she told him.

“Nothing but trouble, upset and strife.”

“What did we do to deserve such a bad time?”

“Never mind, things will probably get better,

I have to go now”

said Old Father Time as he walked away, leaving her with a brand New Year.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And auld lang syne?


CHORUS:

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,

For auld lang syne!


And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,

And surely I'll be mine,

And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet,

For auld lang syne!


We twa hae run about the braes,

And pou'd the gowans fine,

But we've wander'd monie a weary fit,

Sin auld lang syne.


We twa hae paidl'd in the burn

Frae morning sun till dine,

But seas between us braid hae roar'd

Sin auld lang syne.

And there's a hand my trusty fiere,

And gie's a hand o thine,

And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,

For auld lang syne