Has the world drifted out of the familiar old groove and into an uncertain new period? It looks like it. But then the only thing about old grooves is that they are old.

Old grooves sometimes become old ruts
Where all becomes ifs ands and buts
Stuck in the once was groovy past
In the belief it all would last
But everything will have its prime
And nothing lasts beyond its time
Uncertainty is nature’s way
Of seeing that a new-born day
Will supersede the tired and old
And turn from timid to the bold
We’ve seen this movie, seen it age
It’s Trump time now, let’s turn the page