Poem: New, but Same

 The old is done and the new is approaching.

Changes is happening and you are not ready.

Things passing, and things are losing.

The love that you were looking for never came.

The hurt that you carry never left.

The sorrow of the last is starting again with the first.

The tears that were floating away are pouring like the rain.

Optimistic about the future, but still living for the past.

Thinking that the good does not exist, but secretly hoping that it does.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new year, and everything will still be the same.   

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