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A poem of promise in the coming year
Within these walls that hold me in
The wind bears judgment to all my whims
The ceiling lit as bright it can
I am this day without a plan
Another year has passed on by
And I alone feel the greatest sigh
No challenge won
No last goodbye
No reason to inscribe the little lies
I ask myself
No other man
Will this year bear a fruitful plan
A new thing bought
A secret sought
Or will it go on and on for naught
Let me this first day here
Promise to all that I hold dear
That I may grow beyond my peers
To meet the challenge in this New Year.WOLRAD/2024 (The first)
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #276)
