The old year disappears.
Quicker than a magic trick
The new year nears.
No different from one moment to the next
Yet weighted with the expectations of the world.
We usher in the new year grandly
With red carpet royally unfurled.
Resolutions much the same as the year before
All waiting to be broken once again.
Meaningless in the grand scheme of things
And mattering neither to women or men.
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