Saturday, March 2, 2019


Hops, steps and hurdles
Sometimes, trying times
Inept, my fumbles
Bumbling and crossed-lines
Such imperfections
Tight-fitting your lies
Feeling unworthy
Still I will survive
A new dawn, brazen
Like a shooting star
Filling up the night
Keeping troubles far
Great expectations
Wishing just for you
Hope, my cup runneth
Faith, a gift renewed
Champagne and roses
A toast to those dear
Never forgotten
Lost loves this past year
Take my hand darling
Together unite
Peace for my brethren
Celebrate this night

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