to make this one the year that counts
the one that we look back on
the one we dreamed about
& if nothing ever does surmount
i hope we sing a song
a catchy tune with breath throughout
the rain after a ceaseless drought
a long-awaited, inescapable yawn
the “too good to be” discount
we fear we’ll mispronounce
a win when we have won
the fear i now denounce
can’t trust a map to find the route
just wait til weary dawn
it will take everything you’ve been through not to shout
i hope if god rewards devout
then i shall be a blooming spawn -
i’m an honest human seeming clout
and the truths not too profound.
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"can’t trust a map to find the route" One of life's constant messages. lol. Great work!
The poem is a celebration of the human experience, in all its contradictions and complexities.