2017: The Younger Sibling

Because you are expected to follow 2016

With beauty and grace;

You are expected to bring

Better days,

Happiness;

You have the weight of the world

Resting in your hands

As if you were Atlas himself.

But you aren’t Atlas,

And you aren’t the solution 

To everything that’s gone wrong.

You’re 2017,

And I want you to know

There’s at least one person

Who doesn’t expect you to be

More than you’re capable of.

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