Only you can make your New Year happy.
Material things do not make you one.
It's how you look at things that really
Give you peace, so don't depend on anyone.
Whining and wine, these are poor crutches.
Dark moods and sour grapes taste very bitter.
Wallowing in them is like falling into ditches,
And they turn out to be your grave diggers.
A New Year becomes happy when you choose to be.
Whatever is the day of the year, it's a start.
Losers choose to lose, while others try and see-
Hope is right there waiting inside your heart.
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