Sunday, January 5, 2025

Promise

 

Remember, the time of year 
when the future appears 
like a blank sheet of paper 
a clean calendar, a new chance. 
On thick white snow 

you vow fresh footprints 
then watch them go 
with the wind’s hearty gust. 
Fill your glass. Here’s tae us. Promises 
made to be broken, made to last. 

--Jackie Kay





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