
The cold moon ushers in the New Year –
full of promise,
flanked by worry and doubt and fear,
but new nonetheless, and fresh and free.
May we all see dreams made real,
time and touch and love,
and may we be happy.
May we take this year and make it
what we want and need,
and may we do what we can do.
May we happen,
and not get happened to.
The New Year opens the door.
May we all walk through.
Loved this poem- absolutely captures how most of us feel about 2021!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Absolutely fabulous 👌🏻
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it! 🙂
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With pleasure Katie…
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