I have to be ready for New Year’s Day,
I’m soul searching while walking near the bay.
It is difficult to try to improve,
I must get psyched up, get into the groove.
Last year’s resolutions are forgotten,
thinking about it makes me feel rotten.
But this year will be better, I promise,
certainly my pledges won’t go amiss.
For the New Year wipes the slate shiny clean,
as if all transgressions were never seen.
I am a new person on New Year’s Day,
on a new path seeking a better way.
Fritillary Friends
9 hours ago
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