All and sundry heralded the new year,
Some with pomp and glamor,
some with a dark sense of humor,
and some slept on the bathroom floor,
passed out.
some waited with bated breaths,
watching the clock slowly tick towards twelve,
some sung and prayed feverishly in church
The pastor decreed and declared,
that it would be year of unmatched blessing,
some prayed for riches,
some for love,
some for security (mental, financial, emotional)
But for most, the new year is now as old as Methuselah,
four days into it but it feels no different,
Just the same old stuff, but a different year
Back to default, back to old habits
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