The Year

The year is almost over.

The year is almost done.

And I think of all I’ve failed at

And I think of what I’ve won.


And if nothing is for certain,

And if nothing has been gained,

But I walk a little lighter

And I feel a lesser pain;


And I visit less the lowlands,

And I hike to higher heights,

And my panic has been soothed by

More encounters, fewer fights;


And I’ve straightened just a little

Of this messy place I’m in:

Then the year has been a good one.


And I’m ready to begin.



Copyright 2018 Andrea LeDew

One Comment Add yours

  1. Claire says:

    Aww, lovely poem! Happy new year!

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