January, the first month of the
year,
A time when holiday rush is
over.
In some places, it’s a cold
winter time,
To some, it’s a journey to a
new clime.
A new year and a new hope to
some,
To relieve the burden and old
qualms.
A time for change and to do
better,
Hoping for a prosperous new
year.
January could be a sign for new
life,
Or could be a part of unending
strife.
It is a maybe, a not, or can be,
No one knows, neither one could foresee.
Some are thinking of a birthstone,
Or a zodiac sign to rely on.
But, not a Capricorn nor a
garnet,
Nor an Aquarius can make you
rich.
Do not be thrilled with the
Chinese zodiac,
Or a Feng Shui that would bring you luck.
Depend on yourself, your mind
and heart
Strive hard, and January is the
start.
