Image :Sydney Rae from Unsplash Tarantella Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw for a bedding, And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees, And the wine that tasted of tar? And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers (Under the vine of the dark veranda)? Do you remember an Inn, Miranda, Do you remember an Inn? And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers Who hadn’t got a penny, And who weren’t paying any, And the hammer at the doors and the din? And the hip! hop! hap! Of the clap Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl Of the girl gone chancing, Glancing, Dancing, Backing and advancing, Snapping of the clapper to the spin Out and in‹ And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar! Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? Never more; Miranda, Never more. Only the high peaks hoar; And Aragon a torrent at the door. No sound in the walls of the halls where falls The tread Of the feet of the dead to the ground, No sound: But the boom Of the far waterfall like doom. by Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)Suddenly this morning, this poem began whirring in my head like a dervish much like the year is whizzing by. And like hundreds of things that have gone before me , this year shall too pass by. Do you remember the Peter Principle ? Or Murphy’s Law too ? Have you played with a Hoola Hoop ? Or said Ciao when you really meant Goodbye ? Have you ever had a potato chip instead of a fancy French Fry? And did you re-use and recycle before you Up cycled your old clothes that have suddenly become fashionable now that they are vintage? Things change as do words when current becomes trending And futures are projections. And fortune telling becomes predictions like past lives become regressions As for fads they keep on passing each one weirder than the next like the water drinking diets, colonic washes that make Dr .Atkins worse than Vegan. When advice becomes tips that soon change into hacks. When rolling eyes become passé and whatever doesn’t matter . And blogging becomes vloggingAnd intelligence is artificial. You realise that nothing is forever. And the year will soon be over . Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year .