by Kimberly Flanagan
And just like that, the clock struck 12
And a new page has turned
A new year has come and like a fine wine
This new day tastes ripe and sweet upon my life
The beginning of a new chapter
A clean slate
A story untold
What might this new dawn hold?
Father time, what do I write
On this clean canvass of my life?
My hands are shaking
The ink of my feathered pen
Drip drip dry on the plains
Of my coming of age tale
The tide keeps turning
The clock keeps ticking
Happy New Year
But to you
A happy new day
Every single day
