December 31
is so arbitrary,
yet nostalgia rules.
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I’m leaving behind
what does not serve me,
doesn’t fit 2018.
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A new year.
One more syllable.
What can we do?
Oh, yes, I know.
Write on.
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That’s too much bacon,
says nobody.
The same goes for
happiness and joy.
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Ease is coming.
Don’t fight it.
Life is soon to be
in flow.
Rise with it.
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I’m grateful
for every door that opened,
for every one that was closed.
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Others’ tyranny and oppression
are no match for
my compassion.
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I’m having a great day
or a greater day.
The prospects are endless.
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