Dear Father Time,
After all the wonder-filled months I have spent at your company, today I must bid 'farewell.' Do not misunderstand me, Father, I have enjoyed my part as the year 2008. I have seen a black man become president, a woman run for vice president for the Republican Party, and an Oregonian turning in their plastic water bottles for a five cent refund.
In spite of the wonderful things I have witnessed, I have also beheld things that could only age me faster. I have seen famine, hardship, apathy, and utter hate. Over my time as the year 2008, I have witnessed wars breaking out, people rejecting other people solely based on differing political beliefs, and drivers passing homeless people on the streets without a second glance.
By the time my replacement shows, I will have aged past my due. Please give 2009 my warm wishes, my crossed fingers, and my parting words; he will need all three to survive his career. I foresee a tough time ahead, but I rest assured that the year 2009 will rise to the occasion.
Sincerely yours,
2008
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