December 31
is so arbitrary,
yet nostalgia rules.
I’m leaving behind
what does not serve me,
doesn’t fit 2020.
I’m grateful, 2019,
for every door that opened,
for every one that was closed.
I value my mind,
but I am following my heart
in the new year.
When I want more,
I will give thanks for what I have.
It’s a fair price to pay.
Preparing for what’s next,
knowing I am beating against time,
hoping I am ready.
In 2020, as in every year,
only one question matters.
Will one work for peace?
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