Ode
to Our New Year of 2025
by
Jean J. Lee
Let
your bright inner light shine
Wake
up and stay woke from dark torpor
Prayers
for those in pain are yours and mine
Heart-wrenching
memories will stay where they were
It
will be all right to find yourself supine
As
long as you occasionally become a weekend warrior
Pat
on your back and be on cloud nine
The
wintry chill would rather feel like warmer
When
upslopes batter your spirits down, just say you’ll be fine
As
you feel connected to your strength, curveballs are no longer a torture
Laugh
out loud or give a smile so divine
The
moon rabbits would greet you back in your dreams with rice cake from their
mortar
Blessing
is another word for fine
The
bitter past was only a blessing in disguise ‘cause your new year will be a
perfect restorer
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