The first six
or seven days
of a new year,
find me all at
sixes and sevens:
What year is this?
What just happened?
What happens next?
How old am I?
Did I just waste
twelve whole months?
Will I do better
this year?
Should I stop reading
obituaries?
What am I going
to do with my life?
But after a week,
or so,
it becomes just
another year
and I get on
with life.
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