#364(3) Two Thousand Ten

A new year starts, the old year parts
An era, fresh. A digit, less

The old sun sets, a new one flies
Through the gunsmoke, up to skies

Blue and ready, the year now new
So am I, and so are you

We yearn to be, as numbers shift
An equal part, slow and swift

Up to date, a higher grade
Future here, fate is made

Secrets sealed, within our shade
As we live, the game is played

Our views new, as the sky
The clouds that drift, pass us by

The sun that rises, that sets again
In the year, of two thousand ten