ringing in the new year (poem 1/1/22)

another year gone and it’s more of the same

it’s passing me by, though it all seems a shame

that i’ve changed and i’ve grown, but have nothing to show

there’s no picture to put in my frame

another year’s starting; i know what’s in store,

what is coming— i know that i’ve been here before

but i’m new now, i’ll do what is meant to be done

i can handle a little bit more

another day waking, another day spent

another day borrowed, another day lent

another day saved, that i’ll face when i’m brave

in the calendar i’ll make a dent

another year gone, i don’t know what it means

another year’s starting, the slate has been cleaned

but another day more is the same as before,

or at least just the same as it seems.