Happy 2017. Well, we can hope, can't we?

Happy New Year, friends—

There's another one past.

We're getting the hang

Of this living, at last.

We're still making plans,

We still have our dreams,

And the hope that this world's

Not as bad as it seems.

There's a calendar full

Of blank, empty days

To fill with good things,

Or to fritter away.

Like an unwritten page

Or a new book, unread,

We're not really sure yet

Of what lies ahead.

So we'll travel in hope,

With our friends and our kin,

Hoping we'll all

Fit another year in.





copyright 2016 Tracey Meredith