Here comes the New Year
look how modestly dressed
she knows our expectations
and is not here to impress.
No fancy promises
or elaborate reception
She seems as cautious
of us as we are of her.
Still she gives off a lovely light
walking down that darkened street
and her eyes are twinkling
when with ours they meet.
What’s that she’s carrying,
under her arms and across her back
What gifts unknown and trials
will she present with wise tact?
Make way for her, clear out the old
do not be timid, she favors the bold
Forget the hurt and many mistakes
she’s here to celebrate, have some fun!
—y. lababidi
