A mandatory new year post.
“Well is it really?”
That’s what they ask me.
I don’t know clearly,
I mean I wouldn’t wish that sincerely.
But here’s a thing,
Today I do have a lot to say
Not about what 2018 will bring
Nothing even about the past 2017 spring.
It’s just about a story,
That I thought, should be narrated
Not about any Corrie, Morrie or Torrie
Nor in anybody’s glory.
An incomplete one that says,
That even in the new year
There will be good and bad days
There will be more than two pathways.
There can be more tough climbs
A little more to handle maybe
A little further than you’ve gone sometimes
And a little lesser sleep too at times.
But again, what’s gone wasn’t that bad
What’s coming is important too
But where all of this has got you is a place so glad.
The story you’ve lived so far does have a lot to add.
Every little climb you took this year
And every valley you’ve traveled
It got you where you are today
So many things unraveled.
So be proud and live this year
Not in the hope of something special
But in the spirit that whatever it has got
Will be respected and honored as celestial.
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