I am scared of what this New Year will bring.
What basket of fruits will it share?
What coal in sacks will it place under the tree with care?

I am scared of the year I am leaving.
So much has happened; so much has passed.
So much could've been changed, but alas, the dye has cast.

I have forged new bonds and fortified the old ones.
I have unlocked accomplishments and worked hard with all the rising suns.

This year...