First day of a new year has just been done with.
Second day has rolled the drums.
Third is yet to approach.
Fourth is not so forthcoming.
Fifth does look promiscuous.
Sixth maybe fills with mere hope.
Seventh does not seem so lucky.
Eighth is all very confusing.
Ninth is showing some goodness.
Tenth might be happier.
Eleventh, I could not see that far.
Twelfth is going to be a mystery.
I can only say that all the days and every day must be different not difficult, hard but doable, complicated not confusing, sad but hopeful.
A day must be full with varieties and variations, not boring or adamant, just smooth and tolerable.
I hope for that day everyday.
I wish you all that day in this new year.
