A New Year’s Poem By DOREY MUNCH, Oneonta The closing of the old year, The dawning of the new Have brought me to my cupboard Armed with firm resolve To rummage through the shelves within And root out those inhabitants Destined for the garbage bin. What a sorry lot it is It pains me to disclose, For in enumerating, My faults I must expose. Here’s leftover grievances All dried up in the box, There’s a little bottled rage Fizzled flat…