It’s not really the first day of a new year

though maybe it is.

dear everyone here
who has asked for
forgiveness
or who ignored
asking for forgiveness
who starts
again today
or who started
fifty eight years ago
somehow in the mysterious
way we all begin
dear everyone here
who
knows they will
one day
do something else
what doesn’t matter
dear everyone here
who knows life
moves quickly
very quickly
life is not
about regret
dear everyone here
my friend sue she
died but she didn’t
die either my friend sue
she said
very often you
will be regret
not eating
all that
wonderful
ice cream

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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