Year in Review
Dec 29 2022
The end of the year
comes, as always
with its top ten lists,
winning photographs,
fearless predictions.
With solicitations
for causes good and bad,
during the season of giving
before the tax break ends.
With lots of earnest resolutions
you know won't be kept.
With the forced revelry
of New Years Eve,
when you'll over-drink
and drop your keys in the snow.
Jan 1,
which seems to come sooner every year.
Which will dawn as cold and bleak
as any midwinter day,
and hardly feels like the time
for a fresh new beginning.
Especially since nothing will change
in the coming year
except the date.
I know how cynical this sounds, how jaded.
After all, any excuse for a party,
and who couldn't use
a morale-booster once in awhile?
But after you've endured enough holiday seasons
— with all the excess
disappointed expectations
and pressure to get it right —
things get old.
You'd rather stay home
and walk the dog.
Rather write a cheque
to the Sally Anne,
or surprise the panhandler
you usually pass
with a couple of crisp new 20s.
Rather ignore the year in review.
Because who wants to think back
to the famine and wars
fires and floods
and other atrocities
— that, I hasten to add
are still going on
despite the calendar.
And at midnight, when the ball drops
while you’re sitting in your easy chair
watching TV,
rather raise a glass
and make a toast
with a single malt Scotch
or fine Pinot Noir.
So as the crowd cheers
and the confetti falls
it's good riddance to the old.
And with narrowed eyes
and a skeptical brow
it's welcome in the new.
While digging down
and trying to kindle some hope.
Because who knows,
this may finally be the one
that lives up to all the promise.
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