My Bucket of Years

For the passing of 2022 I picked the emotion of sadness That one is my bucket of blue It holds grief, sorrow, and madness A year of sadness a year of loss And most certainly of grief It’s hard to believe another year pass Seemed so long, yet so brief Each year I sit and I stare Sifting thru my buckets of life It appears that the fullest one Is my bucket made of strife Emotions differ quite a bit As the years pass by Some are happy and full of love And some make me cry To look at my past Sometimes it’s not so kind I must face it though To ease my burdened mind Some go in buckets of sorrow and pain Some to hurt and some shame Others belong in happy and free One bucket stays empty.... it’s my serenity Viewing the year that comes to pass And the new one coming thru Which buckets you should fill each year Is entirely up to you The buckets a metaphor you see A place to put and forever keep The burdens of life for you and me We give to her for eternity My bucket for serenity much smaller than the rest To understand how and why Is now my biggest quest With each year that come to pass It becomes a little more clear While the others grow much larger And serenity stays so mere Serenity is peace of the mind and of the heart She can not harbor burdens Each bucket plays its part Buckets before, I filled like a pro Retracing emotions of my past Most of the other buckets, they overflow Only one refuse to grow For each of the years passed It was burdens I carried more For my chance at peace and tranquility It seems I shut the door Just before passing of 2022 I stare at emotions from all the years passed Although so small it belongs to me My bucket of serenity, at long last