A Toast

The year is drawing to a close
And most are happy, I suppose
To wipe the slate and start anew
Since what has passed we can’t undo.

To me, despite the vows to change
And thus our problems rearrange,
Life carries on and few can claim
That things do not remain the same.

So here’s a toast to those who cheer
The advent of a brand-new year.
May this one grant what’s in your heart.
If it does not, don’t fall apart.