Some days

Won’t make sense,

Do your best anyways.

Some nights will feel extraordinarily dark

Bring your own light.

Some mornings will bring good tidings-

Share your moment of lift

With the rest the room,

When your cup runs over

Be sure to let it spill over 

To the ones all around you,

And on the days when you’re wiped out

Don’t be too proud 

To  look for a shoulder to cry on.

Own your story 

In all its grime and glory-

For the year ahead 

Will call for tears

And for laughter 

And even the boredom in between,

And rather than fight it-

Simply respond.