This Year
There is no way that anyone can know
how each new year will be:
how our jobs or our relationships might go.
What great new things might we live to see?
Might we have to endure some tragedy?
I can only hope the good will far outweigh the bad
and that our every tear
might be cried for joy instead of something sad.
May peace abide with those whom we hold dear
as all of us press onward through this year!
For the "This Year in English Quintain" - Poetry Contest of Francine Roberts
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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