Happy New year
it's twenty twenty
a year of forty four..
another decade of life
to bring things alive
another world to vibe..
it's not who you are
it's who you create
in a era never known..
many years of barbarianism
the darkness ruled
now light is winning..
a new way of thinking
there is war no more
peace to the earth..
love and compassion
found the one percent...
Comments
I'm afraid...
that it is all wishful thinking, but nice to ponder. For some reason, I kept feeling that this was going to break out in rhyme!
It flowed that well, I guess. The sign of a well crafted work.~ Geezer.
.
thanks
it was a impromptu write
Hey Mark
It's you yankees who have a strange sounding dialect lol
Come on yourself.
I was only joking about.
thanks stan
we from the south and defend it lol...i dont know what he see but it's all good
thanls
my southern dialect change? ohh my is that a good thing? I have been called ass backward on here in the past lol
Hey Carolina girl
I like that this poem espouses the possible good that could come in the year ahead
Where have you been living?
Like Gee said, sounds like wishful thinking, not the shame of a country that voted in Trump.
I have been unoffically your mentor for over a decade and can attest to your steady increase in control over the language. Barbara, you are magnificent!