Vi ved ikke, hvad der venter os, når vi om få timer træder ind i 2018. Hvad vil galningen i USA finde på? Eller vores egne nyliberalistiske politikere? Og hvad med klimaet? Den næste lurende økonomiske krise? Flygtningene fra Afrika? Og så videre. Man kan – alt efter temperament – vælge at være op- eller pessimist. Jeg foretrækker at være realist og holde fast i håbet. Som ABBA så smukt udtrykker det: Hvis vi ikke forsøger og håber, så kan vi lige så godt lægge os ned og dø.
Så Godt nytår kære læsere, lad os gøre en lille forskel i 2018.
No more champagne
And the fireworks are through
Here we are, me and you
Feeling lost and feeling blue
It’s the end of the party
And the morning seems so grey
So unlike yesterday
Now’s the time for us to say
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbor is a friend
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I
Sometimes I see
How the brave new world arrives
And I see how it thrives
In the ashes of our lives
Oh yes, man is a fool
And he thinks he’ll be okay
Dragging on, feet of clay
Never knowing he’s astray
Keeps on going anyway
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbor is a friend
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I
Seems to me now
That the dreams we had before
Are all dead, nothing more
Than confetti on the floor
It’s the end of a decade
In another ten years time
Who can say what we’ll find
What lies waiting down the line
In the end of eighty-nine
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbor is a friend
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I