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...
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