Glowingly
New year
it is
December 31,
just a single day stacked up
and changed the unit we call a year
Though my time
nothing can be done about,
may my morning
not be a time that has grown old
May it be one that can greet a morning
that somehow hints that something good might happen,
like a grown-up
A new year,
and so I contain
the morning of forty
