every year dawns new
crisp chills on the wind
the flowing of time
as we all prepare

hopes for a better future
desire for a brighter world
yet, so quickly forgotten
the promises made to oneself

every year, we act anew
but the same old tragedies bring us down
we tell ourselves
just hold on another year longer

instead of viewing it as a new year
we should swap that mentality
View it as a newness of years
let age be the wisdom we seek