Each year, just a turn in time,
a change of calendars,
Same me, same you,
Yet, carry the hopes over,
Bid goodbye to the ones shattered.

Nurse those broken dreams back to health,
build some new ones as you go.
There are things to learn, and unlearn.
To let go and to hold on,
To give up and to not.

A horizon of myriad colours beckons,
tempts with sweet unknowns,
promises to be a good one, hand to heart,
whispers, you will win, no matter what,