Why such high hopes for a new year?
What grace is present in a blank calendar?
How does such inspiration and idealism spring
From this arbitrary demarcation?
But ‘hope springs eternal’ and cannot long be quenched,
So here are the hopes for the year just ahead:
Happiness through focused optimism;
The creative maelstrom uncurbed;
A bleeding, open heart.
When the year rings in, may these sparks find true life;
Springing from the ashes of a year whose hope is spent.
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