The year is drawing to a close We think about what was. We mourn the losses, some write prose. It's a collective pause.
Tomorrow starts another year. All shiny and brand-new. This year I will embrace the fear, appreciate the view.
This year I will see Sunset strip This year I'll make the time This year I'll take the cruise ship trip This year I'll give up wine.
Every year we make the plans, a better life for all. Every year we take the chance. We're willing to stand tall.
The problem with the yearly dance is that the truth of life is not at all about expanse. It's not about the strife.
That's all a game, a simple ploy. We fool ourselves for years. The moment holds our bliss and joy. The strive brings out the tears.
E-B
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