It is the usual way of each of us
To wonder if the passing year
Saw the best of us.
In reflection, a moral inspection
Were we worth the promises made?
For a words worth never do fade.
Did we reach beyond our wants?
Or apologies for nighttime haunt?
A chance to start over and do what is right
Take credit for keeping others awake at night?
It’s the usual way of use
To believe and to trust
To reach higher than ourselves.
Broken bus, broken trust
Abandoned…this is us.
Happy New Year – may we leave behind the albatross’ of the past year and reach for the stars in the New Year 2024!
