I'm not excited, full of hope (Form: Quatrains) |
2023: The Not-So-New Year The calendar has turned its page; a new year’s released from its cage dragging the carcass of the past into a future, bright and vast. I’m not excited, full of hope. The “new” in New Year is a trope . I feel time’s but a single breath that starts at birth and ends at death. No resolutions will I make. Though made sincerely, most I’d break as time moves on and compromise would defeat each before it dies. As I look back, it’s clear to me - the road I’ve traveled’s plain to see. There I went straight and there I turned; a choice I made and one I spurned. The tempests and the storms I braved; with promises my road is paved. Many were broken, others kept amidst the times I laughed and wept. Had I the foresight at the start to warn “not for the faint of heart,” I’d still have journeyed to the end enjoying every twist and bend. To only one promise I’m true – to always embrace what is new. Tomorrow it will all be gone yet I will still be moving on … until my final breath is drawn. Just an update (since I'm still alive . |