As the sun rises from the east
As the rain drops from thy sky
As the ocean waves hit the shores
Another year passes
Another revolution around the sun
Another new year to celebrate
All wishing happy new year
All wishing to be happy
All wishing for another one after
For some it will be the first
For some it will be the last
For some it will be neither
But for all who have made it
But for all who persevered
But for all counting down the seconds
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
Tip of the iceberg
People often say referring
To the apparent issues at hand
Yet seldom do they care
What actually lies
Beneath the tip
How big
How deep
How dark
As long as the tip is
Shiny and glorious or
Just not causing much problem
Afraid to look under
Afraid to expose
Afraid to fix
What lies beneath the tip
In case there is something
That needs actual fixing
Not because they don't want to
Not because they don't agree
Not because there is no resource
But because it requires work
It requires courage
It requires making tough decisions
So the tip just floats along
Hiding the big ugly
Underneath
And when the tip is apparently
Bad to the naked eye
All that underneath holding it up
Suddenly becomes good