SING
Start by singing an elegy
to what's slipping away.
Single out the tune you like,
place the downbeat on reset.
The new minute will become a year,
stretching blindly as usual.
I look over my shoulder,
the past is diving for my ankles,
wanting me to return.
Back, come back.
I'll run, not walk,
to the luminosity
that shines
on the quixotic path ahead.
Remember the world of yesterday,
a facade that needs a nip and tuck
just to seem presentable.
Don't wrap yourself
in a threadbare mantle
of the past.
Don't lie down with scamps just yet.
Veer off the path
that looks so right,
but is so last year.
May you have the year you've been waiting for!
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