Hey, y'all! Happy New Years!
If you're anything like me, you maybe had too much of whatever that purple drink was last night: maybe you need to send apology texts to friends you said unfortunate things to, maybe you didn't made resolutions because resolutions are crap, maybe you reaffirmed your desire to keep writing, and maybe you had an awesome friend tell you to finish that crap novel you're writing because THAT IS WHAT YOU SHOULD DO. Or maybe you were a responsible adult and partied responsibly, drank responsibly, and all that good stuff.
Either way, here is a lovely poem that showed up in my inbox this morning. Hope you enjoy!
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of the year.