A New Age

A crowd gathers

To celebrate the calendar's turn 

Cheering, praying, and offering gifts  

But what does it truly mean to "age"?

I ponder on it: 

A new age is a heavier burden to shoulder 

Where stereotypes stick like skin  

And thoughts weigh deeper in the mind  

The world expects more, yet offers no map 

I find myself lost within the new numbers

So, what is truly "special" about this day?  

Perhaps it isn’t meant for celebration  

But as a quiet room for introspection

To finally see what life truly is

 

- widanov