Perhaps, darling
Instead of
”New Year, New Me”
We should shake the dust and cobwebs
Off of the versions of ourselves
We stuck on the shelf
For everyone else’s benefit
And cheer instead
With refrains of
”New Year, Real Me”
Real You is the person I can’t help but fall in love with
No matter the marks on the calendar
Real You is born new each each day
With endless facets of wonder for me to learn of
So, darling, if we are resolute of anything
Let it be of this
That each day we rise
Not wishing to cast off our old selves
But gently unfolding into all the world is showing us
New Year. New Day.
New Learning. New Love.
Real You