Harvest
2020 has been a crappy year,
For certain to say the least.
Occasionally the greatest blessings,
Come out of the biggest messes.
Don’t let the rough winds succeed,
Purpose comes after planting seeds.
There’s a harvest in proximity,
Unlike politics not full of toxicity.
Be patient and don’t lose hope,
It secures you like an envelope.
We all lose sight at various times,
Readjust the frames over your eyes.
Prepare for the harvest forthcoming,
Water your seeds, growth is coming.
Your time to bloom is near and dear,
Like getting established in your career.
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