I am no poet, I just like to rhyme
Thoughts I think from time to time
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It is that time of the year again
To look back, wonder and arrange
The things that happened - good or bad
How it passed, the time we had
As you ponder a while down the line
This year, this day - what will it define
It could be things that changed for better
Or people who just came to matter
Or places that were yet unseen
Some that just came to mean
Dreams that became reality
Occurrences that were a rarity
Or others that came crashing down
leaving just hopes abound
Decisions taken with fingers crossed
Things that were found and lost
Maybe it'll be moments of dismay
Or those that took your breath away
Things that you saw and learn't
Books you read, ideas you churned
Would it be just that one thing?
One thing that this year will bring
To your mind, as you sit in vain
and think about this time of the year again.
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Sorry for inflicting this on you pseudo readers :)
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