I proclaim a new year
Declared a King
The last ended with a tear
I noticed not a thing
Mood too painful to bear
New Year is in Spring
My mind is clear
A song to baby I still sing
Self-respect does reappear
Alas no mocking bird no ring
Anxiety to disappear
Reality leaves a sting
Reclaiming self-esteem I swear
Letting go I will not cling
This will be A Happy Year
A gift to myself I do bring
© 2005 Jacqueline Alexander
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