New Years Old Wishes

I wished once more and once again - until greed became guilt and guilt became shame. Who, pray tell, is the arbiter of my insignificance - the keeper of my contemplations... Does my conscience bear its weight upon the souls of others? Petty impertinences ... that pile one upon another, until they're no longer petty - instead, a pity party with no invitees nor RSVP's, just the echoes of yesteryear's resolutions...