On the last day of a year that will never come again...

The Ballad of Johnny and June

And the days are not full enough
and the nights are not full enough
and life slips by like a field mouse
not shaking the grass.

--Ezra Pound (a supporter of fascism who was tried for treason, then declared insane
 and held for years in a mental hospital; often described as one of the finest poets of our age)