Another Year

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2005 Poetry

Each year the clock strikes twelve,

we stop and celebrate the new year.

In doing so we celebrate our life,

for it's a milestone we made it through.



If you think about it we have no clue

how many of these clock ticks we'll see.

Sadly some souls never get through to one,

while some get to see in more than their share.



Why this is no one can say except it's fate,

destiny, or some such thing written in the wind.

Something beyond our control and experience.

So we meet it head on with joy or sorrow,

depending on what life has thrown in our path.



Raise a glass, make a cheer, sip a drink or two

for if you're here you've made it through

and be thankful you still have some living to do.

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