Goodbye, year.
I will miss your snow...
I will miss your spring...
I will miss all the joys
and every good thing that you bring.
I hope you have taught me well...
Through each experience and trial you sent my way.
I pray that I listened and learned
And made the most of each and every day.
If the next year to come
were just as the last
May I then take it upon myself
to grow as in years past.
How did I miss this great post?! :)
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