A year about to die, its breath so frail,
Thrilled with joy for the new, we unveil.
Friends with wishes, they come, then fade,
A passing warmth, a shadow they’ve made.

Let not the new year be born so fast,
Hold the old, let its moments last.
Unfulfilled dreams of meeting remain,
Cherished old days we cannot regain.

Likes and comments now reign supreme,
Physical touch—just a distant dream.
No more a friend at a breath away,
Replaced by screens that steal the day.

Let not the new year stack wishes in vain,
Of meetings over tea, joy unrestrained.
Let this year stay, refuse to part,
And heal the longing in every heart.

There are memories that I have
Some I like some I would rather
Forget.  But the ones I want to remember
That make me. ….me !  Are the a
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Fall leaves as my niece and nephew played in them
The sight of a jack o lantern
These are the memories that made me
This is my brain finger print of the past
Now
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To the future