Cynic? No, the label
Is a little hard.
I do greet new years,
Like strangers,
With certain skepticism--
I sometimes doubt
The promises of change.
But it isn't
A bitter holding off
Of hope, just the sense
Of deja-vu: years
Are neither entirely
Band nor good--in the end,
Our days are borrowed
From someone higher up;
We fashion them
As we may--or must?--
If I really were a cynic
I could have done away
With question marks by now.