A Slightly Cynical New Year's Eve
And so it ends as it began
And now begins yet again,
The arbitrary year turning,
Content with what it was,
Complete in all its seasons,
As we celebrate not its passing
But our usual common hopes
For something more or less
Than we endured arriving here,
Almost believing we will come
This time to all that we deserve
To be and to have, and secretly
Praying this year it not be so.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-12-31 at 15:44
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