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And here comes the end
of two thousand sixteen

It wasn’t bad, rather sad
Full of chaos and depression
what does it mean?

The death of loved ones
the heartbreak, the tea break,
the uproar at barn door
major expectations, ergo aberrations
Failures in life, precisely by rife
Struggles at life, insomnia at night

The bombings, the shootings
The protests, the hurt
World seemed lost
or a perpetual crisis

But not all the terror
Took place far from home
Too much of it, frankly,
Was fully homegrown.

I could skip a heartbeat, and I would survive,
I could be in a car crash, and still be alive.
The clouds could fall out of the sky,
the oceans could disappear, and all turn dry.

Things in real life are all bad,
but there’s far worse things,


despite all our fears and
deaths in the family and nation
despite insomnia in eyes
despite all the trouble
despite all the tears.
We as humans are squares

Each time that I thought
I could not shake the blues
along came a gust
of some happier thrust.

But, I looked up and marveled:
A super bloody moon!
The beauty of nature
could still make me swoon.
Let’s not forget the Music I tune

Yet now at the end
of this confounding year
I look for the courage
to live without fear.

In all of the trouble
we need to remember
the light will return
as we exit December.

It was a very good year,
saying to make mere
myself feel better
as y’all know,
attitude creates reality.

Some Goodness does shine
though once in a while
even if the world is an evil place
I still say, with grace
it was an absolute good year.

Fuck you 2016.
Bring it on 2017.

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