A day, week, month and maybe a whole year
I see no difference, neither should you try to depict
Sure the sun shall rise, the stars at night
I'll retreat to my crib and rise the following day

I await nothing new, to start or continue
To my plans ahead
My plans I do, suitably and flexible
I don't wait for the new year resolutions

You look and stare, perplexed you'll remain
As you await the new year to make 'new resolutions'
Do things as they come, make plans each time
Nothing new in the new.