Here's your hat, what's your hurry

Well 2013, you took your time about it but here's your hat, what's your hurry. You did your best to convince us that life is not a bed of roses but you didn't have to do it by making it a bed of thorns. I know, I know, it's not supposed to be a bowl of cherries. I realize that into each life a little rain must fall but someone forgot that key word, "little". Lately it appears that it never rains but it pours. Once your ass is out of here, I will welcome 2014 and hope that there is some light at the end of the tunnel.