Here's a Blank Sheet of Paper
Here's a blank
sheet of paper. Another one. An illusion, to be sure. An annual one. Pretend each year that you can start anew. Pretend each year that you're no longer you. Years come and go; that yearly pretense lasts, Not discouraged by its many pasts, Enduring because necessary for Whoever seeks improvement yet once more. Yearly resolutions tend to fade, Each weakening soon after it is made, As one retreats again from plans to dreams, Real change being harder than it seems. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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