A BACKWARD GLANCE WHILE LOOKING FORWARS
The mountains are full of snow
The ground is blotchy tho'
Now that the year is almost gone
I wonder where I shall go
In the new, new year ahead
Will I be rich or shall be poor
I'm really not that sure
Will I again be racked with pain
What a year this has been
Will I have to see it once again
Or shall past remain the past
What shall the future yet unfold
Only time shall tell, as it always will
(Written on December 31. 2020)
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