As different lads, go different ways, With tears almost they part; Each shakes his fellow by the hand, With nature’s honest heart. Friendship’s the balm of human life, Our chiefest good below; May this in every breast increase, As upwards still they grow. And when the time to meet again Returns, may each fond breast His fellow clasp, with heart sincere, And friendly each be blest.
Happy New Year’s, y’all. Maybe I’ll be around more next year. Maybe not. But I’m not dead yet, and neither are you, so that’s a good thing.
No, shut up, it IS a good thing. Don’t care what you think; I know this.
Cheers. Love you all.