A New Year

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.