Another year is passed
and we're still here, still blessed;
grateful for every single day.
Not alone in our challenges
to health, heart, spirit and pocketbook
an entire society, brave warriors all,
hangs on and holds hands
in a season of peace
The abiding hope still is
that we can make amends,
make new friends
maybe even move on into another year
with brighter days;
it is what we all continue to pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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