The year begins again all new
and you leave what came before.
You erase it from your calendar.
And awaken to what you'll explore.
I like to think that each new year
will open up new doors.
For to walk through ones you've been through
is to trod the same old floors.
There's much to be said for familiarity
but no excitement about it.
So I'll search for something new each day.
Will I find it? I doubt it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem