
Time marches on
And one year
Will turn
Into a new year.
The inevitable change
Brings both mystery
And hope with it
As we move into the future.
Will the new year be good?
Or will it be bad?
Like starting a new chapter
In a book,
We can’t really know
For certain
What will happen
Until we turn the page.
All we can do
Is follow the path
The new year lays out
And do what we can
To make it a good year.
And maybe change ourselves
For the better
Along the way.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “new/knew”: