put it in on me

At any end of the year, the same game is unfolded.

The present year asks if I feel guilty about anything,

or if it has to feel guilty about something.

Then, it hinted me to keep only the good memories,

the rest, it said, — please, put it in on me.

Inevitably, it kept on, — I know you learned new things,

or at least, some suspicions of yours were confirmed.

For a moment, I was surprised when it changed

a few words with the new year, which, even if

it appeared disguised as a tiny white rabbit,

I recognized it by its manner of gazing at me.

It was receiving some advice… — the old year said

to the new one, — (love her madly).

Let her happiness act for you as (your best enemy).