A poem about how the new year isn't much of a new year unless you make it one. Seeing the year come to an end I’m coming to see a slight bend Not just in the way I talk But also in the way I walk They say your actions speak louder Than your words—they fade to powder You can say all you want, whenever But it won’t remain for-ever I’ve come to view the final conclusion That the recent past has been a delusion I know what I must do to change Looking across the vast range It’s time to take into consideration The aftermath of mass obliteration Building a new strategy, gradually Even if I have to do so manually Twenty fourteen has come and passed I just knew it wouldn't last Twas once so shiny and glimmering Now my thought sessions are differing I have now become older and wiser Or at leas
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