Here we go off into a new year. Lot’s of hoopla and reflection ad infinitum. I always thought if you want to change something then do it now. Waiting for a calendar event seems more like stalling. Either way Father Time doesn’t know the difference. He just marches inexorably on. One day at a time is all we can hope for so let’s make each one count.
The old year will pass with some sorrow
And the new year will most likely borrow
Much of the same.
It’s a calendar game
Not a start or and end but tomorrow.