Today is New Year’s Eve, to me.
That’s all that a birthday need be.
This is a day for counting years.
It’s a day to address time’s fears.
A day for one to look behind.
It’s future’s door, don’t greet it blind.
So, I’m my own Janus this day.
Live now, while mind’s eye looks each way.
I make a plan against age to fend.
Then, auld lang syne’s just checking in.

