This year.
As the year ends ,
Parts of me continue to mend,
People come and go ,
The more I know the more I grow ,
The more questions I answer ,
The more my heart becomes a dancer,
Life isn’t a walk in the park,
And life isn’t as rough as bark,
But life does have its ups and downs ,
As you have smiles and frowns,
But this year taught me so much,
It had its own special touch,
Despite the pain,
And the rain,
Despite the hard times ,
Life had its rhymes .
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