New Year - Poem by Jane Tomlin
Sitting on my bed thinking,
Listening to the rowdiness of three people and a bottle of vodka.
Accompanied by music, loud music.
So many things to do, so much to overcome. So little time.
The new year has brought new expectations, new problems and new situations.
People expect me to get good grades.
Problems occur if I have not the grades I wanted.
Proms and dependent exams create unique situations.
So many hurdles to jump, not knowing where my life might lead
and not realising that this year is the most important stage in the beginning of my life in the outside world.
Lonely yet crowded and suffocating.
The old year is over now yet knowing of new opportunities
does not settle my troubled mind.
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