This is it. The last of 2017. And so it goes. Time. Going, going, gone. December 31, 2017. Sunday. At midnight. Ring out the old, bring in the new. Horns blow. Confetti rains down. Balloons float in the air. Bells ring. The champagne flows. Kisses and hugs. Laugh and smile. Usher out the old. Welcome the new. The past is past. A new year is born. Break out in song. The song of New Year’s Eve. A song of time. A timeless song. Written in Scots, ...