Here we are at the crossing again
where past and future meet
Where some of our ways may still merit praise
but others are now obsolete
As usual, the year was a messy affair
with clouds often blocking the sun
Our world is a work-in-progress, I fear
and there's always so much to be done
But the time has come for all of us here
to cross this new Rubicon
So I lift up my eyes to January skies,
make a wish, and soldier on
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