I am tired of being a striving person
For whom I am never enough
I want to be a person for whom
Just me is good enough
For happiness, I am told
Is something to be pursued
But nearing 50 years I ask
Just who is chasing whom?
And so in 2026
I think that I shall rest
And while it might be true
That I am not the best
When it comes to me
I’ll be content to know
That good is good enough
This poem doesn’t finish strong, but you know what, I think it’s good enough.
Happy New Year, everyone. May you find joy, and may you give joy. As for me, my resolution is to make no more resolutions. Here is the last poem of 2025 (a good year for poems).
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