New Year
The celebrations soon will all be done,
Christmas and New year's eve are put to bed,
trees down, cards on the mantelpiece are gone,
replaced by January blues instead.
As the year's dying seconds slowly tick
and promises are made, old habits die,
our Teflon resolutions, all non-stick
fall by the wayside as the days go by.
Why hold such stock in one day of the year?
Each day's a gift, be thankful at its end,
Rise full of hope as the new dawn appears,
embrace the challenges that it may send.
Man numbered them, and gave each one a name,
but live each day as if they were the same.
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2018
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