New

I’ve got a new calendar

Just to make clear

That this is the start of

A spanking new year.

 

Each calendar box is

A big empty space

Like the future before us

To shun or embrace.

 

I filled in the birthdays

So I’ll send a card.

Some entries are missing

And that hit me hard.

 

A brand-new beginning

Should fill me with hope.

Is that how I feel, though?

The answer is “Nope!”

 

Yet last night at midnight

We raised up a glass

To bid our farewells to

The year that did pass.

 

My son and his family,

My husband there, too,

All toasted to welcome

Two thousand two-two.