Another New Year

Another New Year prose poem

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Count your blessings you’re still here it’s 2018 another wonderous year. 2017 has passed us by ain’t it truly funny how time can really fly.

Was 2017 a scream or just routine? Did it make you hoot and holler, kept you hot under the collar because no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t hold on to a dollar.

Well, if you didn’t accomplish all you think you should don’t beat yourself up you’re still good. Now for the ones whose year went well you may be able to sit a spell before you excel. And if you didn’t fare so swell, count your blessings you’re still here, you have another year to get it in gear.

If things are unclear, you’re stuck in fear yet you are tired of being demeaned, put it in the hands of the unseen and the people in your life will be screened. Let’s face it, you don’t have to be a mystic to know some people in your life is pruely sadistic. This year be realistic because you are in danger of becoming a statistic.

So stand tall be bold it’s your life take control, a lot has been lost, a lot has been stole you can lean on Him and get it back tenfold. Not saying you won’t have trails and tribulations, ask for help, He know your every situation and you can build on Him because He’s a rock solid foundation.

It’s 2018 stay sober, stay clean, you are naturally keen but you may need to build up your self esteem to bring out your natural sheen. Then Go Live Your Dream.

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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