After reading the plethora of 2012 Observations, Cogitations and Regurgitations, and New Year Resolutions, Counter Resolutions, Affirmations and Reservations, I find the following poem refreshing:
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.
“The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year.
It is that we should have a new soul, and a new nose;
new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes.”