12/27/2024 for New Year Old Wishes Poetry Contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
Eons pass as our bright heavenly sphere helps us count another year, while wishes ascend like balloons and are heard by a sorrowful moon: To my child no harm will ever come, to the toll of time I won't succumb, that family and friends can too outrun age, though dropping one by one; that (s)he will love and accept me, for once, for a remedy - the pain of love to blunt, for health, happiness and lots of money, that my future will always be sunny. Mankind's hope will never cease as every year we wish for peace.
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