2024 Twenty Twenty- four
What a joyous encounter this year has been!
We are almost bidding it goodbye
But If I say it was only the smoothest it's a lie
We've lost some along the way,
You have suffered along the way,
You have hoped along the way,
Do you remember your resolutions for this year?
When you told yourself that twenty four will be the year?
Trust me you were right
And your achievements will shine bright
But what of us whose dreams weren't accomplished?
Like a crooked boat, I long for to be demolished
Sickness has been part and parcel
It has never left us as we had hoped for
Unemployment has cached up
With which strength will I clear the junks?
Our family members left us
How strong I am going to stand up to face next year?
Is it all but a fluke?
The ride or die I promised myself that this was the year
Unions have broken , lovers disentangled
Wasn't this the year I promised myself to settle down?
This pen is too heavy
My eyes so teary,
The journal I kept before the 'promised year '
Looks so old and stuffy
With the ink faded
Am I going to write the same resolutions for next year?
Or should I let nature take it's course.
But I know,
I am not giving up.
We dust ourselves and try again
Twenty -five here we come again.
Copyright © Clinsman Busaka | Year Posted 2024
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