Ronda Seymour Poet Rhyme

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

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