just another . . .

and each year

i say

not this year

and the next year

i say it again

 

and each year

i leave

muddled

and frayed

in arid despair

 

and each year

i solemnly

swear to stand

firm and kind

not brittle and bare

 

and each year

i humbly

contemplate

how failure

haunts me yet

 

and each year

i dare

to fantasize

that next year

will beget more charity

 

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